The World Has All Of Faith It Needs Poem by Patti Masterman

Bought by battle, brought by wind
Twist the word that turns the sin;
Give to each it's honest sweat
And hale thee well, truth never met.

Border clashes, broken cries,
Furrowed brow and blatant sighs
Fecund martyr of the soil
Deep in fateful wars you toil.

More bitter pills were never swallowed
Than the treacherous hell that follows,
So die by sword or die by creed-
The world has all of faith it needs.