come home

the shouts of terrorthe whizz of bulletsthe thumping of drumsmy heart in my throat Her tender hands caress his skin,his eyes looking into horrors,horrors of the pasthe cannot escape. luis falls blossoming of blood,the screams “please” “help”they mean nothingmy hands cover his woundthe light fades out Whimpers escape his lips,shattered glass lies in front of

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front-line soldiers

soldiers.pick up your rifles,your gowns,your masks,your shoes. march in time with the melody,a changing melodythe melody of history. Tend to the bloodied,the broken, the bruised,the sick. Smiles for today,tomorrow,and all the tiring days past. Wear yellow for the sun,for a smile,even when your heart is blue. Fight against bigotry,racism,unjust killings. Let your voices be heard,let