Written In Blood Poem by Robert Eckstein

The decrees of kings and kaisers, Fuhrer, Chairman, and Dear Leader
Mean nothing until ratified on the field of battle.
Our blood is the ink.

No congress, council, or parliament has power by its words alone
Until they are written and sunk into disputed soil.
Our blood is the ink.

Defenders of the Right may preach and shout, or softly weep.
Their tears and spittle will only smear the parchment.
Our blood is the ink.

No matter how noble, no matter how obscene;
The words are only words, without strength until we write them.
Our blood is the ink.

Sometimes a random Rorschach blot,
Sometimes a line drawn straight and to the point,
Our blood is the ink.