fragmentary

fragments of history become hard fact
your story is not told to set at ease
the ones who gave us our first guarantees
while laughing at the knowledge that we lacked
the force that could convey or just distract
a challenger who'd knock us to our knees
not listening to our most honest pleas
we come direct since we are not intact
not one of us who would not choose to fly
if we could lift our feet from this sad ground
knowing our hopes are set on one good throw
we catch our little glimpses of the sky
and wait to hear the cheering morning sound
that will permit us what we need to know