|Peruvian Stone Works, Lima Peru, October 2005|
They rushed the rifles, lance and swords?
For a cause that was another’s words
For moral truth or despotic greed
Yet rushed the sword indeed
Upon the ground lay all around
The men with mortal wound
They’d taken from another man
What God had given them
And in the moment of death inflict
Or mortal wound accept
Did they justify or lay aside
Their mind, their will and fate?
To sit where safe and contemplate
Just what before had taken place,
To bring what peace I’ve found,
What gratitude unbound.
I find it hard to ruminate
With others in a room ‘til late
We cry or laugh and then recess,
Step through the door on our egress
Lives thrown away, if not today,
Then yesteryear - tomorrow
To take from men all they have
Has surely brought some sorrow
Lofty circumstance falls short!
Is every cause a grand affair?
Worth living or worth dying for?
Not all! Yet a few surely are.