Story from the old...

Between this old man and his age,
Stories , songs, glory and graves.
The lips to speak was there along,
But strength, where have you been today,

He would have said the story of war,
" How men where killed for faith"

Perhaps a song of three young ones,
From fire, for what they knew was right,

Young graves that shouldn't be made,
But friends, they died before their night

Old man is silent ,
Though much has cried from the aged heart,
"if they knew how much blood was spilled ",
" Who will spare one drop for war..."

Monk.

kennedymonk:

How men where killed for faith.

cool... please, edit this to "how men were killed for faith."

emaculate99:


cool... please, edit this to "how men were killed for faith."

I appreciate, thank you