Thursday, September 30, 2010

Equality (Poet's Prompt)
There was the time I saw a fight
A soldier hit a sailor with a beer glass
The sailor went down, got up bloody
Rammed a bar stool against the soldier's ribs
The grunt dropped to one knee in a groan
On shaky legs they stood eye-to-eye and threw off-balance punches
They knocked each other out
A minute later the swabbie starts moaning for his mother
I finished a beer and drank another at a bar named the One Lucky
The fight starts all over again

SC: I wrote this many weeks ago. People judge each other as enemies in many different ways: race, gender, religion, place of origin. Soldiers and sailors do it, too. Because of the different uniforms they wear.

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love ones from the One Lucky - poetic tales.

Old Ollie

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

neat.

Weasel said...

Hey SC, wonderful post for the prompt! =)

-Weasel

Juice Box said...

A poem with real action and real voice. Nice work!

Dasuntoucha said...

Definitely like this response to the prompt...very original.

signed...bkm said...

Amazing but true...people will fight over anything...it is the labels we put on others and ourselves..bkm

Mary said...

Yours was an eye opener. Hadn't realized the animosity sometimes between soldiers and sailors -- especially after a few beers.

Diane T said...

Excellent poem for this prompt. People often fight so senselessly and continually.

Philip Thrift said...

We should have no enemies. What are we on this planet for?

Kerry O'Connor said...

Yes, SC your bar-room brawl is an excellent metaphor for life.

flaubert said...

A real voice! I like that!
Pamela

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Square Corner,
I liked this very much. The one on one fight and yet with all in the end, the cry out for a mother......
Any excuse will sometimes do!

Best wishes, Eileen

rch said...

Hi sq, this is really good - I'm having flashbacks of my Navy days. :)