My Poetry

For Love of Family (Song for a Dead War Hero) by Peter Mariani You accepted the desert call, Seeking freedom for us all. It is for one so young, This heroic song is sung? Did love make you go? Love of wife and children, That pushed you so? CHOROUS Now you are free and no longer see, That sweet light they call liberty. Just foreign stars under foreign skies, Are there to fill your empty eyes. Now you lie beneath a foreign sky, Buried under hot sand and different stars, Where other children's mothers cry. For vengeance has a price. And September made a day, Where compassion turned to ice, And hopes melted into clay. Repeat CHOROUS Now you are free and no longer see, That sweet light they call liberty. Just foreign stars under foreign skies, Are there to fill your empty eyes. Once more we are at a time, Where fathers bury their sons. As in history it was before, The price of holy war bought with guns. Where an eye is traded for an eye, Under a foreign sky Repeat CHOROUS Now you are free and no longer see, That sweet light they call liberty. Just foreign stars under foreign skies, Are there to fill your empty eyes.	Butterflies and Ants by Peter Mariani I have a dream. It’s often green. Of a place where life is white, And mostly clean. And in my dream, The yellow of butterfly wings, Like splendid sunlight rings. But it’s only a dream, With closed eyes seen. For most of us are ants, We crawl in the urban sprawl. Down tunnels we creep, To caverns deep. Hiding life in nests of clay, Waiting for a better day. Yet we can all be butterflies, And fly the splendid sky. For such is life for ants who dream, Of a life that’s white, In a place that’s mostly green. CHOROUS I have a dream and it’s often green, Of a life that’s white and mostly clean. But it’s only a dream, Through closed eyes seen