“Lessons” In Courage

“Winters of Discontents” (PG. 6) The many winters of our discontents Lie in trenches with the dead. Mothers in pain. Boys lost in vain. Nothing plainly gained. What empire will repent? Saving souls from Hells bloodied gate. Piled high in trenches is their fate, As priests lament their deaths A crown will not relent. What cause is there so prodigious? Slaughters all who differ? Lays waste to metropolises? Kills without remorse? From where cometh this hate? Through what gate? What kind of man Leaves babies seeking breath? Women without life? Boys piled high in trenches? Empires laid to waste, Many without faces, Many without places, All for what? Pride? Envy? Jealousy? One man... 44 million seek redemption. Let him Lie in trenches with the dead. The many winters of our discontents. “Don’t You Understand” (PAGE 8) Without fear or favor We shall never waver. This land is ours Not yours to devour Try with all your might You have not the right. We are the keepers of this land Don’t you understand? You cannot destroy. We are not your toy. Your shallow ideology It is but forgery. Place it in your howitzers, Take a selfie of yourself. You cannot win The hearts of our countrymen. Why don’t you understand, What you misunderstood? Souls and Bodies We’ll Lay Down” (PG. 69) Ominous clouds have Invaded my soul; Thrust swords into my heart. Darker than the midnight sky. Stars gone forever more. Bloodied hands in my dreams. I dream not of tranquility But of lightning and thunder, Pain and hunger. I pray for your peace, Your hope and honor. For blue skies and golden wheat. I pray that your Trident, Strikes the heart of evil, Brings this aberration to its knees. Father, Son and Holy Ghost, I beseech thee please Save them from this hell. May your anthem be sung By all the peoples, Of all the nations, Of this world.