One tiny red drop... another red drop,
falling in slow motion, held in time and space for a fraction of a
second.
“Yes sir, another one is dead.”
“Keep things tight and don't send any
one else into harms way.”
“but sir, they have been asking for
help and now they are dying?”.
Another drop vanishes into the pool of
red... A victim? A hero? A rebel?
Who's blood is this that runs red, who
no longer stands with us today? Some may say, “a fool was he”,
when his blood he could have saved, but gave on that day for another
he hoped to save. For help he'd asked, that help was denied; he was
ordered to stand down, but that order he dared to defy! For when duty
called the choice was clear, his pride and
honor knew no fear, for to
save others he'd been born and on this day he would not falter. Now
in lifelessness as in life, he with the ones he served, coffins
draped with the Stars and Stripes, four in number to lay at rest.
One tiny little thought... another
little thought, pushing and shoving around in a time machine called
the human brain, leaping into the past, prying into the future.
“Are they sending us reinforcements
and help?”
“No man, they just told us to
stand-down and keep our heads low.”
“but the others over at the consulate
need our help... lets go!”
Another little thought is put into
motion... A victim? A leader? A politician? Who's idea was it to deny
help to our own flesh and blood, who is still standing in our
presence today? Some may say, “a hard choice we had to make”;
when the protection of this nation was at stake, their own reputation
they tried to remake. No honor in this human scheming time machine
will ever be found, until the truth they confess to all.
One tiny red drop... another red drop,
falling into a ever growing pool of red; to their remembrance I
remove my hat and bow my head. But for the sirs and madam standing in
that pool of red, a reflection of condemnation is their reward.
Are all the HEROES dead?
Where will you stand today?
"It is more blessed to give than to receive."
