MONUMENT

MONUMENT

Let the guns cease to sound
and cannons cease their roar
So many lions, once caged and starved,
let them no longer find nourishment
on life's peace-filled shores.

Let all Bubble-heads surface
to breathe air fresh and clean.
Jar-heads, return home now,
live life fully, and dream!

And when there are no bombs dropping,
you Flyboys, come on home.
We will fly banners, sound trumpets,
now there is no need to roam.

Leathernecks, oh Leathernecks,
come face your new day
in a true monument to war's end
where in safety children play.

Let the night skies now shine
with every newly found star,
each one, a brave soul who once
fought long, fought hard, then
died, in some other man's war.

Let the sun proclaim vict'ry,
let the clouds witness joy,
let the rain come and cleanse us . . .
wash away pain, wash away guilt,
for all girls and boys.

Yes, let the guns cease,
let blood cease to spill.
Let our monument to war's end
be the last one we build.

If we just imagine it, it will.



Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 7-7-07