Waves of White Crosses
by Darlene Georges

They were my friends, lovers, sisters and brothers
But now their names are etched on walls, plaques and waves of white crosses.
Our flag ripples in the wind around the world
to some a symbol of power and greed, to others of hope and freedom.
But here, I see the flag draped over coffins, red white and blue triangles against black garb, young widows, Motherless and Fatherless children feeding the green their tears among the waves of white crosses.
Politicians and lawmakers see money and power,
but all I see are waves of white crosses
The future that will never be is here,
among the waves of white crosses
and the rotting flesh beneath.

Copyright © 2007 - Darlene Georges
Published: 2/15/07   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem