Cannons In The Distance

I hear the cannons in the distance it has been weeks since we got a break.

The fighting stays consistent which is expected, as this situation calls for rainy days. Scenes of tarnished human bodies litter the canvas.

The painter took no hostages his paint brush demanded that I looked down at my hands and they were stained with blood.

I am the villain they came for so it was my job to further the grudge.

A realist I have always said myself to be,

Yet I stand in the valley where nothing is as it seems.

To my left I see the moon a ways off.

I slighted to the right and saw the sun taking its robe off.

It’s funny, they always said that black attracts heat it makes sense now after seeing the sun’s strip tease.

Many men have dedicated their lives to fight these battles

And many more will join before the matter is settled.

The things we will do to be recognized are out of this world.

That is where they belong, as they are not needed in this realm.

If we could only grasp this one simple truth we would live on in ecstasy,

But we are creatures of habit; we trade in our lives for a few minutes of fantasy.

As my mind wanders off on this journey of untold mysteries I hear my sergeant call out for me

His raspy voice beckons the battalions rather eloquently.

Yet there is a care in his tone that the heart dare not ignore,

For those longing for purpose he has an open door.

We longed for something to die for, so we came to these shores.

We are all battle ready but some just refuse to fight.

We were all meant to live but some choose to die.

Death is a given only living is a choice.

When we settle for anything less we signup to take someone else’s life.

The casualties surrounding us are murders we committed.

These are crimes against the crown no chance of being acquitted.

It is a deep tragedy when a man takes his own life.

The battles of our souls we all face are deeply intertwined.

When your guns are pointed at me I played a role in your stance.

Remember when the dance floor is empty it’s because you decided not to dance.

I woke this morning and the cannons did not sound.

The war must be over but if not my berretta has one more round.