march

We bleed war stories
we never knew
talking American pride
and these walls,
and we could never
have that kind of pride,
like those soldiers
our brothers.
But we could know pride
of other things
without guns
without armor.
But they wouldn't salute us
and we could only be
enemies of this state,
of our own
breathed
ground
and rock
and morter.
But we will still march

we will still march.