A clarion hailed to the sky.
Another day for men to fight,
women waving flags upright
upon the mounds of love and pride.
The little children with their pipes,
their drums and voices harmonize.
In this there’s beauty, there is life,
no death can wrong what seems so right.
Let spirits of each citizen,
the actions wrought through innocence,
in shadows, lay and let it stem–
the cross of promises on ‘hem.
And on the cornice scribe the end
of jubilations– merriment,
‘pulchritude in combat mends
each penance in the souls of men.[audio:http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/12/10/2682935/warforlifeTrial3.mp3] Latest posts by paleam