| The Bugler's Blare |  |
| In war, the bugler’s blare doth fill the air- To call to arms the victims vicariously chosen to be there- Wake up grim reaper, the battle has just begun- Organize your legions can’t you hear the gun.
The souls of mortal fools will fill the air- To mingle in confusion among the bugle’s blare- They need direction for they know not where to go- Like the ones you gathered in your folds not very long ago.
It seems that these mortal fools have no concern- To live in peace, each others needs n’eer to discern- To spill each others blood is for what they yearn- What barrier does prevent them not to learn.
And when the battle song is no longer sung- And the count of battle dead is done- Mothers will cry and beat their breast- Fathers will n’eer in solace rest.
For death in honor cannot replace- A hug of strong arms or a tender kiss on mother’s face. | By Claude Dhuet Copyright 2006 Listed 11/27/2006 |
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