men, boys fathers and sons ... all stirred to lofty brave honorable servants,
in loins for love and hearts for blood lust,
how many wielders of killing instruments, doth ye want of empty hands ,
... what numbers doth the lying whispers that ye hear of heaven demands ?
one each to a man
lofty morale seeping out of pores.... a seeking to just what deemed unjust,
the ones that keeps a upper hand ,
thus spills blood and returns a murderer, whence forth was just a kindly man ,
who shall return, who shall live and who shall fill the gaping graves ?
... a debt to ever patient death, ever awaits the cold final earthly embrace ?
where upon the deadly tips and of every murderous edge,
a clarion for the pouring of vengeful red,
balanced a beacon upon it all that is life,
for what blinded justice should decide, who should be for truth and just ,
thus when to be in the end ... the greater,
mindless a massacre is in a final, a judged blessing of a pleased divinity,
one each to a man ,
what hearts should be that is unmoved ... what desires so grand that it doth denies,
the love of women for sons and husbands or youthful brides for lovers and fathers undone,
even with woeful tears they doth sincerely drench ... each one each to a man,
brother to brother ... man to man ... of red of blood ... within every vein ...
stand forth ye before thy gaping graves ,
barely fifty paces, hardly a stride of yards to ten,
flooded now of tears, flowing still of heated blood,
limbs and bodies, lifeless now ...
whence once was the pride of nations and joys of life,
what consolation there be now ,
what sayeth the crying whispers ye hears of heaven that still it doth demands ?
of one each to a man ... from man from each and every one
~edit : I can't help myself ... I should stop now lest I toss it in the bin
Edited by third_eye, 11 June 2013 - 10:33 PM.