Political

beyond 
the thicket 
of soul’s lament 
a crystal cocoon 
did spring 
beneath 
the vista 
of a bloodstained moon 
among the dunes 
of nomadic light 
i saw pictures 
faded 
by time 
their corners, chiseled 
scattered 
among howling, desert winds 
the dying embers 
of yesterday 
i swore 
their memories 
not be forgotten 
their offerings 
of truth 
in such short supply 
honor 
these brave souls 
the 
forgotten soldiers 
these 
martyrs of men… 
 
 
Dedicated 
to Raj,s( JHANSI KI RANI--ENGLISH TRANSLATION ) 
andIlaMae Stucki(Sacrifice for … what?)

The Forgotten