Uniforms Uniforms can make us one, can make us "us or them". Can carry weight and bravery, sewn, deep, within the hem. Command respect or hate or fear, insignia will guide. In cutting crease and beaded seam, the politics will hide. On lifeless corpse or beamish boy, the cut reveals its mark. Looks good in life, as good in death, it's good for romance spark. Inspires trust and friendship, without a big affair. Simplifies your choices, suspends your conscience, fair. Safe to follow, safe to help, safe to clear a mine. Instant understanding, lest thinking cloud the mind. © Sean G. O’Leary 2021
