Today’s Toll

Victories in many forms

On the wings of morning borne.

What’s today and what’s tomorrow

When we beg, steal and borrow

Joy for now and peace for then

Oh I hear the cries of men

“Trade us pain for your sorrow

If not now then please tomorrow.”

Take your peace and trade it down

To the “lesser” side of town

Where fear and loathing long abound

Waiting for freedom to be found

In a needle, cash, or dream,

God this pattern makes us scream.

Those of us who seek true peace

Know it is lost where soothing meets

A cry for comfort sadly, loudly purporting

Our need for silence’s own last resorting

Peace today in discomfort found

Peace today only abounds

In lost aches and pains

Held tightly to gain.

Peace. Lay it down. Be so light

Feel the anger, loss, and fright