2011-01-20

In the twenty years since we went to war we find more things to argue about.
There is a round wooden table where many old men sit recounting old glory.

Their arms are on their chins while another of their group articulates a point; 
One man is covering his mouth in disbelief, holding back his need to speak.

He said, there were successes to counter the mistakes that were made.
The camera moves its focus to the toy hobbyhorse over their shoulder.

If we could forget the old men and their toys
We could go outside and play with our friends.