“The Dais The moon hung Like a silver metal On a shadow It is the sun Who bows His head To receive the gold And the bronze Goes to mankind Plowshares turned To spearheads The dusty Pulpit of man” WarPoetryDust Book:Sheer Bandages: A Fragile Offering: A person should not bury a talent-no matter how small. Source: Sheer Bandages: A Fragile Offering: A person should not bury a talent-no matter how small.
“The song of war is groaning - wailing - and if too loud will be silenced - because that shames the parade.” WarWailingConscientious Author:Theresa Rough PhD