Nancy L. Meek

TO FLEE OR NOT TO FLEE

I ponder on my brothers
who chose to flee from war,
who beat feet to Canada,
a place which offered more
than humping deadly weapons
for reasons still unknown,
except to save one’s butt
from dying all alone;
for the living can’t go with you
to a place they’ve never been
where thousands are today
for going way back then.

I ponder on my brothers
who chose to heed the call,
who did their country’s bidding
in a hell some still recall
as they lie alone at night
wishing they had fled
to Canada, like the others
who don’t recall the dead
for the dead ones can’t go with them
to a place they’ve never been
where thousands are today
for going way back then.

This poem inspired the response, “To Flee or Not To Flee” – ©Copyright December 2, 2006 by Gary Jacobson