Child Cemetery: Poetry of Jeffrey Merk
My friend, turn down the paths that lead to war,
Many prophets of old-time did before.
Sooner’s better than later, you must bring strength,
Take a deep breath and sacrifice the next.
If you have strength then come to the battlements,
One of our brothers died of the poison
Arrow. Therefore, I shall be the next, thus
Will be strung the ballista whose aim brings life to them.
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