Big Ben

The man goes into battle
To protect his little town
Citizens and kinfolk
Come and gather ’round

They watch as one lone soul
Heads out into the fields
With a knife and a sword
And a well fashioned shield

He walks before his enemies
And eyes them one and all
Knowing in his mind
Each and every one of them will fall

He’s been blessed with a skill
Few have seen or have known
But all are glad for it
In this happy little town

He’ll cut himself a swath
A couple at a time
Knowing very soon
He’ll see the end of their line

Blood will be shed
Even some his own
But the enemy will die
The truth has been shown

He swings with a mighty furor
A roar for every blow
The enemy stands lax
Row upon row upon row

They fall by the wayside
And he hears a mighty cheer
The people of his city
Know victory is near

He is pushed on mightily
Strengthened by their cheer
The people he so loves
The ones he holds so dear

When all is said and done
The enemy is gone
His soul cries for blessing
His body, food and rest

The people come out slowly
To bury all who died
Most of them are solemn
Some even cry

But tomorrow they will sing
And dance with fervent joy
Glad they did survive
Deaths mighty sting

He slowly walks back to town
And makes his way home
There he sits upon a stool
Contemplating all he’s done

He rests his head upon his hands
And heaves a mighty sigh
Asking GOD for forgiveness
For each and every one who died

Little Susie stops and stares
Waiting for Big Ben
She knows when he is ready
Knows when he is done

She waits a moment more
Lightly on her feet
Comes up quietly to him
Crawls between his feet

She looks at his face
Resting in his hands
Looks into his face
And asks if he’s alright

Quietly he spoke

One is never just alright
Having done what I’ve done
But days will pass and seasons change
Before my time has passed

I will go on being me
Subtle changes barely seen
But some may know
And many more may see
I’m not who I used to be

War can change a man inside
Or man can change a war
But all who come, live or die
Are not like before

Susie my dear
Do you understand my words?
Are you old enough to understand
The ramblings of man?

I understand a little
But see much more still
Men and women come and go
But all will be buried
Under a hill

Wise are you daughter
Wiser still you may be
That all who come converse with you
Your wisdom they will see

She laughed at her nickname
But answered quite sincere
Yes Uncle Ben
Then kissed him by his ear

Would you like a hug
Now Uncle Ben
He said, everyone could use a hug
Every now and then

She squeezed him so tight
Like to never let him go
But he could feel the love
Deep inside him grow

Momma said to ask you
If you wanted supper soon
She has more than enough
If you’re of a mind to

Tell your mother for me
I’ll be there in a bit
Need to wash away
This filth, grime and grit

Susie crawled out
From between his feet
Hollared out goodbye
And ran down the street

Ben made his way to the basin
And washed himself clean
Changed into new clothes
Those fresh and clean

His sister had a quiet place
When he knocked upon her door
Susie came and answered it
Dragging Ben through the door

They sat at the table
Giving thanks for all they had
Glad for another day
Where home didn’t seem so bad

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