The Stand


A line is drawn; a marker set in sand
Stand side by side, an epic journey of woman and man
Armor plated souls, joined together in the fray
Seemingly invincible, forces unseen erode it slowly away
Unity once formed an alliance of might and magic
Singularity breaks the bonds once heroic, now tragic
Invisible boundaries, a the division on land
One side stands the woman; on the other side stands man
Foul words spew forth that form a malignancy on the soul
No medicines can abate the pain, while the barrage takes it toll
Stubborn pride and selfish behavior are the rule of the day
Swords drawn in battle, lashing out, breaking away
Only to fail and fall in battle, to cry out one last breath
Spiritual rescue? or is it only the sweet kiss of death
A battle best waged standing in solidarity on land
Heed my warning my dear friend, and find that special place,
your place to make a stand

John P. Zawitoski
11/08/98