Brave frontline unarmed soldiers - of blended stripes - have not backed away, now buckled to an epic fight thrusted upon our world through open gates in the blindness of a drunken night. We battle alongside with bared hands.
The unforgivable loss is a price we will not forget, and fight for a future worthy of such a sacrifice. Glow up through our graveled dirt; let light rain on all across every plot of earth. (
in GRIEF & in GRATITUDE
by Neville DeAngelou
RESURRECTION CELEBRATION
Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning.
