One Of The Crowd

I am not there to reason why
I am here simply to live and die.
Not for me an office of state,
That is for those who love to hate.

Not for me the glories of war
Only for others the glories of more.
They stand on their monuments ever so high
Reaching for handshakes with God in the sky.

I am below just one of the crowd
I voice my opinion, but not out loud,
For they are the heroes in the business you see,
Not just the flotsam like you and me

No sir, there's no glory in battle
However much our politicians prattle.
For man as he is will never learn,
It's for power and greed, his fingers ever burn.

by E.W. Mayo

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