A Brass Communion

Together at all odds dysfunctional applause confirms its trained reality to battle as in reckless scowl the matter bearing flaws! Think not appraisingly some truth the real well spring, Ah so ~ it's force, that brings to wit a winning that is still albeit contention as the core remit! The realm of sentry's skies while flowers touch their eyes memorial of a silenced foe and justice compromised to row laid heedlessly ~ their courage stow! War is for generals ~ they must know to live to fight ~ continuing show their names remembered, more than ours, victors released purged numbers scarred stay cost assembled ~ trust not marred? Peace is for equals ~ government pars who fast and pray and gather jars for candles to embrace the stars not fitful timing ~ budget's barred to rates contention ~ money's ploy! The Empire's schedule, their nation's buoy floats more concern for elegance flount while still what's left comes home to stow within their wounds, trespassing's count, teach peace, this warrior's lost war's font!