Of Memorials and Tombstones

I don’t know you

And I won’t honor you

If by chance, your stance

Was in opposition to the olive branch;

In connection to a state of mind

Where one is not defined as humankind,

As all the same, we must rewind.

I don’t know you

I could not cast you in stone,

If by demand, you acquiesced

And fought for all I do detest;

But rather, you, I would disown,

Place a marker on your tombstone,

Reading, “Here lies Traitor, name unknown.”

I know you, though,

And I won’t be silent

I know your wish for me is to quiet

If by chance, my stance

Is in opposition to your romance;

In connection to a state of mind

Where all are defined

As all the same, must I remind?

I do know you

And I am not casting stones-

I’ve been you and repented-

Seen and heard bodies lamenting;

In simple terms, I sleep no more

And bear arms as if at war

Lives are at stake and battle-worn.

I don’t know you,

And I won’t honor you

If by chance, your stance

Is in opposition to my olive branch;

In connection to a frame of mind

That doesn’t kneel with family(yours and mine)

We are the same and here’s my line.