In Tribute to Phil Ochs

 

“I ain’t marching anymore” (Phil Ochs, 1965)

“It’s always the old to lead us to the war
It’s always the young to fall
Now look at all we’ve won with the saber and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all”

Stationery bicycles work up a sweat,
and yet, go nowhere. Cyclone rides
race up a hill, stop, the dip
downward, racing at pace
of horses pounding their legs
to reach the gate, to win
the race. Young men are sent
by elders to fight a war. They die.
And nothing changes, except the lives
of all the people they have touched.

Written for Creative Bloomings #141/In Tribute
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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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