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Look! now they sleep      bloodless warriors pandemonium stilled      agony slain tranquil death sanctified in rigid cartesian rows honored for their sacrifice and selfless valiance laid to rest beneath mourning grasses Ask! where was the higher honor due them      before war are sacred vows      to be profaned      to be misemployed                              Why! do once verdurous lives lay cold and pulseless as spatters of red petals      tearfully fall families breathing wistful flowers distilling rue      with lulling scents Adjudge! all men      who enact lies dishonoring crossed graves greed calibrating scales of injustice bodies tilted high by tonnages of gold Aurelian kisses      vaulting wars riches Do Not! dishonor a warrior’s willingness to die for bravados mouth is a soldier’s tomb do not forsake truth and honor    our only faithful ally ask ten-thousand whys      before one soldier dies before the bugler's breath      sounds death's lamenting cries Think! Contemplate war’s fiery womb hatred    born inextinguishable good & evil     indistinguishable Look, what stillborn bones lie locked in battle this fleshless monster      we mis-named peace         gv.2014 Matthew 6:13 . . . deliver us from “evil” Evil as translated in 6:13 is "Poneros" A name also attributed to Satan Which means:  "he is not content unless drawing others into the same destruction as himself" (From Lexicon to the New Testament by Spiros Zodhiates, TH.D "Soon the world won’t have a rib intact. And its soul will be pulled out." A line from Vladimir Mayakovsky's 1917 poem , Call To Account “They made a wasteland and called it peace” Publius Cornelius Tacitus
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
Questions Of Honor
Look! now they sleep      bloodless warriors pandemonium stilled      agony slain tranquil death sanctified in rigid cartesian rows honored for their sacrifice and selfless valiance laid to rest beneath mourning grasses Ask! where was the higher honor due them      before war are sacred vows      to be profaned      to be misemployed                              Why! do once verdurous lives lay cold and pulseless as spatters of red petals      tearfully fall families breathing wistful flowers distilling rue      with lulling scents Adjudge! all men      who enact lies dishonoring crossed graves greed calibrating scales of injustice bodies tilted high by tonnages of gold Aurelian kisses      vaulting wars riches Do Not! dishonor a warrior’s willingness to die for bravados mouth is a soldier’s tomb do not forsake truth and honor    our only faithful ally ask ten-thousand whys      before one soldier dies before the bugler's breath      sounds death's lamenting cries Think! Contemplate war’s fiery womb hatred    born inextinguishable good & evil     indistinguishable Look, what stillborn bones lie locked in battle this fleshless monster      we mis-named peace         gv.2014 Matthew 6:13 . . . deliver us from “evil” Evil as translated in 6:13 is "Poneros" A name also attributed to Satan Which means:  "he is not content unless drawing others into the same destruction as himself" (From Lexicon to the New Testament by Spiros Zodhiates, TH.D "Soon the world won’t have a rib intact. And its soul will be pulled out." A line from Vladimir Mayakovsky's 1917 poem , Call To Account “They made a wasteland and called it peace” Publius Cornelius Tacitus
#remembrance#veterans#war#betrayal
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george-vct
78/M/USA
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
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