Tagged: Sunday songs and poems

Easter and Tax Season

There’s an old saying about death and taxes.

With both I’d like to grind some axes.

Both are surmountable, unnecessary.

Of the two, which first will we bury?

At least one man overcame death, once upon an Easter,

But even he felt compelled to ‘Render unto Caesar’.

I guess it’s progress, though.

One down, and one to go.

Above the Fray from Beneath

The infantry advanced,

The artillery it rumbled. 

A Great War was raging

Even stout hearts now they stumbled. 

Low on the battlefield

Beneath the trench and wire

Stood this tiny order

Surrounded by blasts and fire. 

Upon it emerged one

Too small to see at first glance,

Not possible to hear,

Calmly speak as bullets danced,

“You’re clearly dangerous,

Though that will not deter me.

I will carry on here,

Your fued does not concern me.”

So on that bloody day

But one maintained his honor.

To choose one evil side

The anthill did not bother.

And when the smoke had cleared

A sea of great things killed,

Just one thing was created,

What the ant did build.