The Will of a Nation In the Teardrop of Blood

"The Will of a Nation in the Teardrop of Blood" Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS In the panoply...of the earthen and browned pages...of a Parched and burnt...parchment of shame...The Will of a Nation Lost! A gloried and splendored dream...in the hearts and souls of Peoples...young and old...free and enslaved! Divine in Destiny...though lost...and found...throughout history Heartless in the end! A young man's and a young woman's...lost child...and stomaches Cold and a-hungered! Through the aches and pains...of royal charges...and shameless Glories...the Will of a People! Earthen and true...humble and humiliated...the Lost Voyage! In a distant land...The Natives...Their Land...and The Lost! Vortexes of nature...and of spaces...and of souls' dreams Lost in confusion! Peoples and their languages...mixed in bloodshed...mixed In wars...A Lost Nation! Young men and young women...and tiny children...stretched To maturity! And the rivers and rains of pain...in great droplets of blood The trumpets of war! A Parchment...A Will...A Nation...A Monument! The Destined Greatness...LOST! A Panoply of Great Shame! In Distant Ears...A Call to War...the blood...the pain... The Torn Hands of War! In the lonely hours of sleepless nights...whispers in the night! The Call to War! The royal charges...the legends...A Dream...Birthed and Delivered To Lost Hearts! Will hearts go on forever...in dreams? Dreams...are vaporous...and they flee...and stay lost...THOUGH In The Heart of Love! Love Goes On!