Raising plastic armaments
in frozen stances of offense
training sights on enemies
nowhere to be tracked tonight
or any time within their lives:
their molds were modeled years ago
and they could never come to know
how violence itself survives
through human trends to dominate
for which they have no good defense.
But, being toys, they pose no harms,
and yet they may set off alarms
just by their presence in this day
when peace remains a wish we pray
will turn from prospect back to fact
and purge all urges to impact.
Toy Soldiers © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: March 31, 2019