Ways Unseen, As Unchanged-As Last. Poem by Michael Gale

As we defend for all, that is right...In the battled fight.

Sorry-are we for those done wrong...In innumerably words is sung, that one-sad song.

How may I justify, all that is spent? ...We owe our faith-to an indebted, debt.

Lest we be foolish, one more time...Over due to all, man's insidious, crime.

One more battle, waged one, last time.

A-gazing in awe, at amazement's, bloodied dead...Let us not, to be blindly-led.

destructive bombs, were dropped once more, real far...Hatred-in man's 'lusty star.'

Why must we endure, this long lasting pain? ...Why must we once, and again, to witness blood's, ever lasting stain?

Of all man's wicked ways...May yet, we spread, time's full felt, and

rewarding-delays.

When at last I win my days...Only to hope-that in truth, it pays.