Lives are marred if they're not fruitful
Lips are red when they've been kissed
You can laugh, but God does exist
Life is fragile, pages bend
A trumpet messenger, hark to send
Angel is dying, soldier is weeping
Her porcelain hands, his watch is keeping
Leafy devils with crooked spines
The old man puts his hand in mine
Love is given to say goodbye
The Earth is shaken - battle cry
Broken arrow, broken knives
Broken, now, so many lives
Careless heeds, dark lullablies
Sun surrenders as hope dies
Somewhere over the weary edge
Despair is leaping from the ledge
Yet, it not sees the blood and rot
Lying where brave men's hands have fought
Soft, embracing, mother's womb
Should have been their snuggly tomb
Banner blowing to give some hope
Drugged to teardrops at his scope
Tell the girl, there, not to wait
She's growing older and sealing her fate...
Bolt the doors and sleep behind blinds
Relax your body as it unwinds
Inside your mind, hear a country's lies
And hear the sound of battle cries
- Kelly M. Kincaid � December 1999
Let the cool breeze kill the fire inside
Let my hair down into the wind
Have I begun to live again?
Walk from white room to white room
White tomb to white tomb
Black breath to silver stars
Shady trees to shady bars
Back to the shameless innocence of four walls
Lock the doors, pressing wind calls
Shade your eyes from the harsh sunrise
Hush, baby, hush
Lest you've seen too much
You're home, you're safe, you're in your grave
Baby girl, try to be brave
You 're where you belong
Smile - sing your song
Like a lonely little bird in a cage
Still your heart from a beating rage
Oh, and how your love falls to your feet
And your dreams - mud and dirt, meet
A restraint holds you back
And its grip is black
Mother is calling
Child is falling
Hush, baby, hush
Lest you've seen too much
-Kelly M. Kincaid � October 1999
Hush is about a housewife...who feels trapped in her home and who is feeling the oppression of everything she once dreamed for herself turning to dust as she is victim to a controlling relationship. Her life isn't what she'd wanted and her husband wants to keep her locked away from the outside world...thus "Hush, baby, hush...Lest you've seen too much"
Battle Cry is all about the horrors of war...I write a lot on this subject because the thought of it is terrifying to me...and I have complete and total respect for anyone who could give their lives so the rest of us could be free. They gave up their freedom and their life for the military...some of the scenes portrayed are just some powerful visions of war scenes....You have to dig for the deeper meaning in a lot of my poetry, but I think that's what makes poetry so fascinating...not what is said....but the allusions to the unsaid...