Advice To Gardeners On a Distant War

You small community of men devoted to the gentle arts why would you cross those foreign seas where war awaits to break all hearts. Stay in those gardens you make green, sustain your rank amongst the trees and don’t donate to wars grim scene, the wages of your liberties. Ignore the rant of those fool lips that sanctify wars fight and kill, always the vampire life’s blood sips, always are some who to war thrill. Your honest work’s a noble thing, there’s no reward in enmity, just pains choral where t bullets sing their hymns of death and agony. Walk on the paths amongst the flowers and let your strength make fruitful keep to tread the uplands of your bower not trenches of infernal sleep..