Recast

in that malaise are we recast ?
the old that gave the most  
and sacrifice the cross our tare
the whipping boy sent to ensare
when we gave all as its unwelcome host
a sci fi horoscope its time just froze
weeks like years in lock and chain
the quiet street and addled brain
and washed our hands, the foe unseen
the conflict in fearful hush
the stalwart stood and not be crushed
dressed like Knights in blue and green
battle on and still remain
stand in death's victory's empty shoes
for that stature with lance and shield
the paper troops that kept their cool
will I count within that toll
and be recast with no encore
as the potter throws the clay of hope
 lottery luck that guides the spore
the furnace or the heavenly host