And the wheel turns
And darkness threatens once more
And the blowhards send the brave
And the brave kill the brave
And turn on the objectors
And the wheels turn in the mire of lost hope
And the brave lose their hope while the blowhards hope they win
And we all lose as the wheel turns
And the brave come home in pieces, in boxes or in tears
And the darkness is pushed back once more
And we say we will remember, while the memory is still fresh
And the wounds are fresh
And the wheel turns ever on
And the flowers bloom and the silence is noted
And we say that we will never forget
And the wheel turns again
And the blowhards are pumped with greed
And the brave are fatted on tales of glory
And the wheel turns
David Ault
- Ripon Poetry Festival Winner, 2018
And darkness threatens once more
And the blowhards send the brave
And the brave kill the brave
And turn on the objectors
And the wheels turn in the mire of lost hope
And the brave lose their hope while the blowhards hope they win
And we all lose as the wheel turns
And the brave come home in pieces, in boxes or in tears
And the darkness is pushed back once more
And we say we will remember, while the memory is still fresh
And the wounds are fresh
And the wheel turns ever on
And the flowers bloom and the silence is noted
And we say that we will never forget
And the wheel turns again
And the blowhards are pumped with greed
And the brave are fatted on tales of glory
And the wheel turns
David Ault
- Ripon Poetry Festival Winner, 2018
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