In a dream the guns came out drowning out the voice of reason unheard the cries of little children no one cared who fired first.
One side killing all the godless the other killing all the priests both were hunting reason’s voices the middle ground a no-man’s land.
No longer could we hear each other above the roaring of the guns listening only to our comrades true believers in the cause.
And when I saw a little boy eye his mother as he died I knew that with him died the nation my country would exist no more.
In my dream I took a brush although I knew I could not paint and on a shattered building’s wall emerged America’s Guernica.
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About toritto
I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004.
We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world.
I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday.
I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics.
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