Friendly Fire

Once
there was rage
and I stood
weapon held high
raging
against a bloodred sky
against God
and all the teachings
of love and
that dead dream.

dead amidst the stench
of napalm burning
friendly flesh.....
nap fire
sent from above.

and while raging
heard
a soft whispering
deep
into the sob of my broken
heart!

"stand soldier......
stand
for something larger than yourself!
and
thus
you will learn the meaning
of the Cross!
and of Love
that can never
ever
Die!"


caliber