A Harbored Freedom's Light. Poem by Michael Gale

Fro' harbor light was doomed this night...
That Eastward lo' was said.
Beyond it's glare received well flight...
As best as always the wondering stare.
Oh hopeless test that request thy best...
Light beams signal the futured fight.
Well praying hands send out all hope...
This hope of a hopeless flight.
Beyond it's glare of signaled death....
Twas' sent it's freeing beam of light.
Sadness of war was read by night...
To end man's wars most hideous fright.
Begin this tale of war's worst sight....
Left desolated by mortar's most fiery roast.
Perhaps one tale-T'will spread thy tale of
death's unholy fearsome most...
Retreat thy army's bodied blood.
Retreat and save all life...
Retreat for God's sake by man.
Let go thy hunger for man's own-
-name of land and wife...
Harken hastly to snare this freedom by U.S.