Three Brothers
three connected by blood
three fated to strive
three to stem the flood
three, of whom one must die
together they stood and answer'd the call
as one they stood, to country's cry
in mind as one man tall
in history, to battle they fly
to one must death come
to one must agony be borne
to the last do tears run
to the last they rejoiced when all did mourn
the one was cast down into the nevermore
the one was cut down, forever scarred
the last must carry forward
the one to bear the standard far
in blood he knelt
in fire his shadow
in the furnace he felt
the enemy's pow'r
did he weep did he moan
did he kneel and submit
did he feel the cursed groan
the oppressor's power of writ
they shed their tears
they offered their blood
they faced their fears
they slogged through mud
now I see them and remember
now I understand their agony
now I feel their pride dismembered
now I see what they fought, the larceny
they wept and bled
they shrieked and cried
to war they fed
for their land's due pride
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