Slurred Emotions

Lazarus

3-3-09

I came from your mighty and pure.
I huddled in search
of weapons of mass destruction
with the self-imposed refuse of society,
yearning to breathe life
into us and a rigid shoreline
while sacrificing
what led me here first.
Brazen not am I,
for I wish to recapture
just less of what I lost
in a tired economy
with
just less of what I lost
in attempting to defend it.

I wish not to glow world-wide
on my family's behalf.
I only hope to remain
a man, a woman,
a father, a son,
a mother, a daughter,
a life with return.
Just is not just
justice undone.

A mightier woman seeks my peace.
I ask and she answers,
"Please, bring them back.
Safely."