On Reading The Rhythm Of Time By Bobby Sands Poem by Danny Draper

Self-righteous be the order short
The base camp days away
The reason without purpose
Grand hubris belayed,
The fight that says
You'll be destroyed,
But cur who will not try
The light that falls
On cold pale cheeks
Who looks and walks away
From stony failed offerings
Who turned from lighted day?
The heart that says,
'It is but fear, I rise to die today',
To face my foe
And in that fight
Expose a darkness by,
Victory at ended day
Or eternal cursed night,
To stand and fall
Accepting plight
Surrendering to the cause,
To breathe and sigh
That last but once
To hope and never know,
Whether blood is lost
Or by heated sacrifice
Ignition of an epoch new,
Or wasted as in countless strife
The cause all proved untrue,
But righteous are eternal truths
From which the years subside
No coin of currency can corrupt
Or sad politic divide,
No vacancy in that sacred course
When right drives hearts engaged
To immerse all life and history
To cause and days til played
And victory be told by those
That watched and sniffed the flames,
And mulled the ruins in cautious day,
and thought upon cold graves.