Day 5

Justice
The yellow ribbons tell of justice sought,
We need him back, the parents say,
And all agree - bring him home,
He's one of us, we don't abandon,
He stood by the flag and we do not forget,
Bring us a happy ever after and do it soon,
Five years is too long; give us results,
He can't cope and we want closure.
We need to believe that miracles happen.

Choices are made, meetings taken,
Where is the risk and the satisfaction?
Decisions set in motion cannot be slowed,
Jubilation - justice is served!
He is free.  Our brave boy coming home,
But rumours surface - he is not true,
We have been duped, where is the hero?
The ribbons droop, muddied with rain,
The flag unyielding in the media maelstrom.

 I'm interested in how everybody wants to be part of something, to be in the news, to be THE news and to feel a sense of engagement and entitlement in the affairs of others.  In this case, a soldier has been held captive for many years and a difficult and contentious choice has been made in seeking to free him.   Maybe this is seen as a worthy concession to facilitate a hero's triumphant return but once questions start to swirl regarding the soldier and the circumstances of his capture - perhaps even desertion was the cause, then the feelings change.  This isn't how it is 'supposed' to be.  What will happen next?

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