The Laws Paradox

They bind the hand that reaches for the throat, They tame the storm, the selfish, vicious goat. A fence erected in the wild green space, To keep a certain peace, a measured pace. They say, "This far, no further," to the strong, And grant the weak a place where they belong. The wild wood cleared, a path is neatly laid, A promise in the daylight, unafraid. The chaos of a million warring wills, Subdued by silent paper, on the hills. But oh, the hand that's bound, it can not reach For gentle touch, a kind and earnest speech. The fence that holds the monster in its place, Can also hide the sunbeam from the face. The measured pace, a slow and weary stride, For those whose hearts can't find a place to hide. The path so straight, it never takes a turn, To find a secret lesson it can learn. And in the order, beauty dies away, A price for safety, paid in shades of gray. So here we stand, a paradox held tight, Between the ordered day and primal night. We trade a measure of our w...

Memorial Day



Knights thou are

Galant soldiers you fought

On land, in air, and sea

The deep trenches your home


Whether fallen or standing

Your lives freely given, in civil and international combat

Securing freedom for all

In the name of the country you loved


Lives shortened so others may live

In blood the price is paid

In battle, peace you brought forth

Many a beneficiary, forever remain nameless to thee

Heroes are ye, agree with war or not


On this day we recall

Ultimate sacrifices you made

Visiting cemeteries, as flowers we lay

Families will gather, nations stand in silence for honor your due

Homage we pay, thou deserving, flags be hoisted

In the annals of history, stones in town squares, statues in prominence, memories included  

Your names shall survive


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