A Reminder to Fight

Your eyes are marble, your heart is cold,

In your veins: water, your skin is stone,

If you didn't rejoice when she was born,

For her fluttering innocence and youth of gold.

If your soul doesn't scream now, Sir- you are sold,

Sold forever, and theirs to own.

In agony, if you don't turn at night,

Sceptres of her whitening corpse don't chase you

Or hunt you down in midnight dreams,

If you don't see her in every field,

By every shore of every stream, shame on- you-

Should know, we still fight, we will fight.

In haunted prairies for the grieving dead,

In the haunting visions of her last days,

Through the riveting stories that in memories fade,

Through fighting for them and rallying our cries,

Our voices will rise, rise and swell,

Into the bold bugle of battle- Unafraid