Battle Cry

BattleCry So stirs the heart of man, the great delight, to raise a banner high, the march of fate; to lead the way, where only dark of night, might find a way to quench the thirst for hate; and lessor men will follow any call, of self appointed leaders of the day, the good, the bad, the dead, but butchers all, one crowned in might, the other in decay! To follow is the way, if wrong or right, determined by the one who stands at last, we hold this judgement, as if heaven might just comprehend the end that binds us fast. and when we see it come around once more, all wonder is what leads us on to war??? ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)