Red Line

His finger is on the button instead
But what could he be thinking
Is he nodding or is he blinking
What thoughts could still be in his head
Gesturing as he is wont to do
To that thing that he will never do

Does he live in just a world of thought
Does he dwell inside his drooping head
With his finger on the button instead
Of marking more than ideal ought
Within a memory of a fading dream
Where strength may be what it may seem

Thus they wait for us to make our move
A thing which wise commanders still
Knew — we need not just good will
But some sole crucial act to prove
Our resolve is not just in our head
— But his finger is on the button instead.

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