Gallery
Eternal eyes haunt my existence
The images of the dead
who the dead have painted
In red halls of disaster
Images fallen of glass
Glass held singularly unique
Where are your convictions
Those fallen warriors of meaning
Meaning to live as warriors
Where are your memories
You accusing reflections
reflections of intentions
How dare you prevent us
That screaming in posture
The posture of knowing
Oh Educators called past
We have learned nothing
Nothing is learned so simple
Our eyes don't listen
That painful legacy
A legacy we repeat