Asphalt Soldiers : Ballad Poetry

Asphalt Soldiers

Driving in a red sea bring

Seeing clouds, smelling anoxic air

Two long haired dirty men

Carrying plastic bags of cans

To turn into money for soil tick

Trash, wet from the rain, dirty

From no gain over the viaduct

Of pollution, soy bean, soiled green

A tower once a golden light bulb

All now genetically spliced, hybrids

Bring red sea brings of death, hunger

At the highest point of the asphalt

Mountain, she throws a coin

Some pennies sent from heaven

Praying they will do something

To navigate trash. Tons of rusty

Metal pile high as mountains

Poor hungry soldiers, veterans of war

Wearing muddy shoes, walking up

A man made mountain, picking up

Her coins, sometimes she throws

Dimes of silver, quarters with

Copper center circles, to gift

Warriors who will feel they are lucky

And know- God loves them, they don’t

Know this Angel, she sends

Compassion, driving in a red sea

Bring --seeing clouds, humbled

Working men, no jobs to feed them

Only copper pennies, aluminum cans

They carry up a man made asphalt

Mountain to the bottom of a trash

Can hell, rained on mud of wars, a

System, ruled by greed

Cheap goods, on a country

Once a golden mountain, prints

Money with no quarters, pennies

Shiny silver left to drive out the

Red sea brings, life is bringing

Too many asphalt soldiers.

Scribed 08-20-2007 written by the blue rose poet 3^rd draft- online august 23, 2007 Dedicated to the polluted Staley viaduct