Requiem For The Past Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

Once could mend or move a cause
In search of bleeding sun
Pressed never for a need to pause
Until the thing was done.

They ill-afford to fight and yield
A life on holy principle
or noble sacrifice to field
Before the young and sensible.

The bold and bitter sound the fear
In shot.What difference lies
Who cease to mourn and fear
While unmindfully the nation cries

The yelps of altered discontent.
Restraint propelled to faltered feet
Those who pay in kind repent
That truth lies dead in sad defeat.