Its a monumental dismembered finger pointed?
an elongated sea salted,
there’s symbols, a language,
reminding the tide to atone?
tides turn, tides just turn,
‘Le – let, lets we forget’, lets we forget?
Who or what ever they were their goal appears to have been met,
‘Lets we forget’,
what ever it was that had us,
that had us, in such a state of belief,
speaking each individuals grief,
as if it could be, ours,
using a language of love’s propagandaed powers,
a generation to generate,
sacrifices agitation, to obligate,
of a shell shuck nation,
into pursuing peace as if it could have a price a cost,
As if peace could be won or …
Lost, we forget,