Matt Hein / Poetry / Liberation / |
Treason to the apocryphal flag. Treason to the apocryphal flag. Written 05-27-03 By M. Aaron Hein. Have you ever wondered how one could live knowing they betrayed their fellow countrymen, their friends and allies, all in the name of the common right? During the 1950s through the 70s, many disgruntled and angered workers from communist Russia fled to the U.S for sporadic reasons ranging from tribulation to denied service and state prejudice, but they all had one thing in common, a wish for common democracy, freedom for the people. Such a wish of liberation from the shackles of the Red Flag led to a good deal of paid Federal Bureau of Investigation informants. The poem below illuminates on the attrocities one informant suffers after a military dissent, and his journey to escape persecution from the workers paradise. The early afternoon approaching, life seemed to me tiring, encroaching out from service, gone AWOL my future, my honor had taken the short fall several fortnights ago I was forsworn I had taken duty into hand, to serve my country with deft honor to awe allegiance to my superiors and nothing more or be buried in the desert sand but what about life, what about true liberty? to be forced to take a gun and bullet, go on a spree of barbarity? I was forced into service to kill for bounty. to disgrace peoples for funds, to fuel my countrys prosperity! maybe it was just my mood, or maybe not just so soon, I has taken too many swigs of alcohol, or lucky strikes, my favourite cigs or maybe I was just depressed fatigue aint so small enough! now dont you just get me wrong life centers not on this song you take one day at a time, just like the cigars puff, either its too much or not enough dammit look around you! like the desert sand, acrimonious to the eye, like fiery needles some say life demands a guiding hand what a bunch of nonsense, written out by weasels! they consider force to be the law of the land but what the hell do they know, war policy at times emanates as unfeasible! unreasonable, maybe not seasonable pretty much contemptable but surely not sensible! so, here I stand amongst the wilderness, amongst the shores of honor and apostasy recognition has slid away, into the ponds of history and despondency even with a heavy rifle chains of munitions slung across my shoulder like leather everything seems to be now as apocryphal maybe this tribulation should not be weathered peace seems reserved for some who decide never to flee nor escape maybe not, but it resides with the setting sun, the silver moon over regions of solitude illuminates, the landscape like the wolfs calm eye over the fields I can see it beckoning from afar, a beautiful escape but reality maintains a strong grip, pulling myself, back into the wilderness aspirations of detachment seem so far off clouded by an arboreal mist shot with rounds like fireflies amongst the night it surely sounds Im forced into conflict with the governmental right Former allies now turned enemy their altercation mandated to escape free allegiance, seems so displaced to me war is hell, like a bat, theres no way to truely see except for myself, my conscience, a beacon of light against that turbulant sea maybe now I can garner the strength to find reprieve to in some faith place my belief in god so I set off against the grain trudging through those fields with inherent, present pain, across the wilderness, through brush, stained with blood, no, just perspiration but even so, its just one lane to converge theres no end to this road, or so I thought to run away from your troubles and see the trafic rush at you so get out of the way, jump to the side and just maybe Ive reached it now, that place of liberation or serenity theres no need for guns or defense against the aggressor, because Ive found god and peace or so I was lead to believe but deceived scattered like the feather, dropped from the avian birds in the sky alight with fire plumes of crimson alight the countryside to be lifted from those angelic curators, I thought to heaven Id maybe fly but I was a traitor to the government and to its enemy, I was a formidable ally and so I left... I dropped that gun I went against the red and took the democratic oath but now Im ahead my formers lost the war and conflict gone angst has left them divided and alone but what about my wife, my child, those who fell to the cause now... life should owe them amenities but theyre six feet under the soil so in gods arms I guess theyre free cast on birds wings on their outcasted feathers make amends for me to repeat this conflict we should for these souls remember lifes just too short a broken tide within the jade sea or existence fin... |
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