march weeps for humanity

march weeps for humanity i drew a sketch of march number three on my calendar shaded orange and brown leaves and freedom, walking away like a dejected soldier me, with a tear in my eye i never pretended to be an artist my art was merely seen from my eyes looking into others and yet when you turned away i could only lay my brush aside march is a hard month to sketch with corpulent globes and stick-like, lifeless mannequins planted like three crosses on golgotha soldiers with weapons sneer at their shallow victory sadly my palette is touched with crimson march knows only pain as soldiers die in faraway fields and children depart this life no longer hearing hunger in their swollen bellies where did we go wrong? march is an order given from those who refuse to march themselves never again on my calendar i drew a sketch of march black and white, with faded leaves and faded memories of what freedom once was @tolbert