Bruce Mundhenke- A Poem

Stones

Stones on the way in through the tunnel,
Stones on the playground at school,
Stones for even the wise man,
Many more for the fool.

Stones for the woman that chooses,
Stones for the one who does not,
Stones for the woman of purity,
Stones for the woman who's bought.

Stones for the young men who follow,
More for the ones who do not,
Stones for the men who make their own laws,
More for the ones who get caught.

Stones for the young ones who hunger,
Stones for the old ones who die,
Stones for the victims of senseless hate,
More for their loved ones who cry.

Stones for the kings as thy gather,
Stones for the peasants without,
Stones for every believer,
And more for those in doubt.

Stones for all who are dying,
Stones that haven't been made,
Stones in rows on the fresh green grass,
Stones that burn in the shade.