Those Armies In Our Land Poem by James McLain

In our streets the people meet
Their faces most belong
and guiding them amongst the throng
the media shows each place.

Gas street lights have been replaced
by nights of stranger sights.
Mad about why others chose
with eyes that others closed.

Most pay no thought as tear gas bursts
upon the ground hands raised above their heads.
Amies come and fall upon with rifles
and great tanks.

Bullets fly
they can't replace what's lost
and torn away.

Strangers in a stranger land confused
can't find their way
the people voice that can be heard
the wind blows more than words.