“Take a look around.”
Take a look around
And tell me what you see,
An old country,
And a gentle man beside me,
And if you look deep enough,
A baby you will see.
Take a look again,
The man gone for a moment,
Before the war,
And the government stole it,
Now a waiting wide and child,
With no father to hold it.
Take another gaze,
Its twenty one honored men you seek,
Blackness in all their hearts,
Wake fire at its peak,
And high above in a tree,
The windows web begins to sneak.
Now take a gander,
At the boy become savior,
Married to a pretty girl,
With no parents left to raise herm
Both now gone,
But none could be braver.
Take a look around,
Can you see it,
An empty house fell of broken dreams,
And only you left to behold it,
An old country road,
With a lonely woman before it.
Now close your eyes,
And take a deep sigh,
Cause words are no longer seen,
At least by these old eyes,
And words are not as sad and sweet,
As my final good-bye.
By Shantya Runkle
