Lou J. Klaiber

REFLECTIONS

Send your son back to you!

But the way of the world… an uncertain wind!
Blows upon us now!
A storm that swirls winds of hatred;
A storm we must endure!

I say to your son that he is also my Son!

I send my old soldier weapons to him.
in prayer I send them.
in dreams I send them… wishing and chanting

that he see the hawk of War crying its allegiance to the Eagle of us all!

That we, praying armor and a steady hand to your son…
shall prevail!

God Bless the USA!

©Copyright September 16, 2001 by Lou J. Klaiber

Author’s Note: Hopefully and with humbleness, I pray that all young souls about to embark unto the darkness that is War, shall receive the prayers and blessings of the free world.

I AM YOUR FLAG

Anthony Pahl at the San Francisco National Cemetery: 2002
Photograph ©Copyright November 11, 2002 by Anthony W. PahlKnow this Americans!
… that I fly at half mast
when your heart cries!

Am burned
when you hate yourselves.

Fly high on days blest by the Sun!

… days so breezy with goodness!
Lazy days
when you eat the tender
goodness of Freedom.

Now
I carry,
destroyed,
and in pieces;
the dreams of 6000!

plus the tears of families!
The wailing of small children.

I fly your hopes, and
the sobbing of your despair!

I am your symbol
tri-colored………
windswept!

I dream the work of Liberty!
the tears;
the sacrifices; the death
that is yours.

Without you…
I fly no more.

Without you,
free people will be
no more.

Paint your face with Victory!
Your soul with Eternity!
Rage
as never before………

The unborn will bless…
and remember
what you do!

9-11-2001

Morning fell
screaming
no illusions
saw
smoke…
black
and dust become death
rising…

from bodies crushed
fallen
into rubble.

The crashing sound of dreams.

Ashen prayers
trigger of hatred
that flew in anger
turned
was pulled into two towers
twin smoke
bombed
… blacken’d
ashen’d

Mortar mashed
tomorrow’s falling.

No dream
this evil awakening.

We bleed upon the altar
of promised Liberty
bleed
and bleed again.

cry as slaves in despair
… cry stories
…… cry poems
… cry freedoms prayer
from long ago!

… and we remember war…
a red fierce wind
at dawn.

Red Dawn of death
become
today.