Get caught in the conversation,
—before the day is late
Don't wait for an invitation,
—as they slowly shut the gate
The wolf now dressed in spun wool,
—has broken from his cage
He hungers more for what we've lost,
—a legacy of rage
A traitor now in front of us,
—to vanquish and to quell
But time that stops for no one man,
—the assassin pledged to hell
The moment to act, upon us,
—with the odds both long and wide
The fight though still worth fighting,
—for those before who fought and died
So if blood's your greatest treasure,
—give it willingly and free
The enemy now upon us,
—who must leave on bended knee
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)
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