Extra Ordinary
Deeds of honor, deeds of might,
Taking bullets, losing sight.
Strong dramatic bursts of flight,
Revolutions, heroes fight.
"All is hinging on this day,"
Some will look back then and say,
“Nothing mattered but the way
That people chose to die or slay.”
And yet I think there could be time
Where goodness lives in word and rhyme
And humble church bells sing and chime
To measure humans’ slower climb.
And people toil with common trade
With daily strength that does not fade
And children laugh as games are played
And life is all for someone’s aid.
You think that drama solves the bore
And danger makes the virtue soar.
But in between each noble war,
the peaceful people do much more.
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