We Were Called
WE WERE CALLED
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Poor Mom, She Barely Sleeps, Easy to Tell
The Wives Are Fearful and Worried, as Well
The Children Often Ask “Where’s Is My Dad”
There’s Tension in the Air: Perturbing and Sad
Once Warm and Joyful Households, No Longer Grin
Men Are Gone to Shoulder the Duties of a Paladin
They Have Left: All the Things They Hold Dear
To Rid the World of a Bone Chilling Fear
At Times Humanity must Sacrifice Their Progeny
To Rid the World of Demonic Tyranny
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