One Hundred Percent

One hundred percent, can you see it? Maybe - imagine if that were a pool. A pool of water maybe or a pool of blood? What power dictates true endeavour? What justifies what stakes rise? Perhaps we stand here in front of pure evil? Perhaps it’s pure love we see under a reddening sky. How dangerous is it? How sharp is the hand that slices to kill, how blunt is the fist that strikes for the freedom of you and me to survive? One hundred percent is every fibre, every thought, every sight seen through the eyes and deep in the minds eye. All the pumping blood, heart beats, memories of love and hate draining into the sea, rotting on the ground or exploding in the vast sky. Every feeling felt, every tear, scream or cry in an instant goes by. What of those who give one hundred percent for our lands, for our democracy. What of those out there today or tonight? To give one hundred percent for most is too much because you can never be free. To give one hundred percent for those who you love do you separate yourself from humanity? Imagine the pool of darkening water, imagine the lonely cloud in the deep blue sky. Those who give one hundred percent for you and for me on foreign fields, in foreign seas or skies............. .............die.