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More Than One

from Breaking Cover by Ray Zimmerman

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I guess this one is for anyone who might feel like they're not getting the full story...

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You oft tell me stories,
Of warriors glories,
On battlefields far from here,

But on revision of fact,
Curiosities cat,
Whispers softly in my ear,

Says the words that you're reading,
Cause your innocence to bleed in,
To your upturned palms my dear,

A reminder to be mindful,
Of the statisticians minefield,
And of all that is not all it appears,

And the desktop generals call to me,
And say cement this flag to your floor,
But before you raise saluting hand recall,
That there's more, than one soldier in this war,

Your kinsmans deeds,
Like a banquet feeds,
The ambling crowds of change,

Cast judgement and reactions,
On trivial actions,
But their inaction's the only thing to blame,

It is seen but is blind,
By more malleable minds,
Whose resistance slowly wains,

And I wonder child,
As you outgrow your smile,
Will you ever think of this strange,

And do you hear him now as he calls to you,
From the cloister how he wails,
But before you fall on bended knee recall,
That there's more, than one side to this tale,

Those quick to condemn,
More innocent men,
Are slower dear to correct,

The slow desecration,
Of democratisation,
In the juryless trials they have kept,

Whilst your baying crowds,
Only scream out loud,
For the noose placed softly round his neck,

It is not today's choices,
That took all your voices,
Given freely, as you slept,

And the hangman's noose fits in your palm,
And it fills your heart with rage,
But remember to check, 'fore you place round their neck,
If there's more, than one actor on the stage,

You try move your pieces,
As your opponent sits weeping,
How can you take, when he has lost,

And as you remove his king,
You're left wondering,
What your victory here has cost,

Whilst sat in the stands,
As you shake emptying hands,
The bookkeeper takes all you have got,

So draw from your coat,
Your bullets of hope,
And line up your best shot,

And they'll run to you, and say lay down arms,
If you feel no love, you'll feel no pain,
But before you empty your magazine,
Know there's more, than one player in this game,

History is marked,
By writers sat in the dark,
How do you know what all you know is true,

Crimson ink from their quill,
Stains the notes in their till,
And the inscriptions on the daggers that they threw,

So brandish the key,
You stand waving at me,
And turn it like rusted screw,

And you'll untwist the threads,
Of the manuscripts of lead,
And you'll fly like the cannonballs flew,

So before your brow drops, the the floor you have mopped,
Like your possessions they have stripped,
Just remember my friend, that if this be the end,
That there's more, than one author of the script

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from Breaking Cover, released March 19, 2017

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