Daylight blessed their blazing swords,
Vagabonds, they were not, but called themselves, warlords;
They simply breathed to pursue and conquer,
They arose with voices of thunder.
Off they marched on endless wars and battles
And led forth victorious to their homes and castles;
Wreaths were offered for their strength and valor,
Chariots and shimmering breastplates - their emblems of honor.
But they died like the withering grass,
Burned and chaffed in the oven;
Only the memories remain . . .
That once, − they were great men.
By: Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon
Date Written: August 6, 2009 copyright2011
"Valiant men lie despoiled,
Sleeping their last sleep,
Not one of them lift a hand,
At your rebuke O God of Jacob,
Both rider and horse lay stunned."
-psalm 76:6-7
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