A God Unknown
A God Unknown
As in startling hues
Men stand (fall) ever
Up on crutches, they fight
With strength saltry
In veins as devoured of cruelty
I canst be sure, I am
Certain, each man for himself
I, us... They are slained
And what we see of the brighter
Dreams
Their sweat erects with grieving souls
They're our watcher-after
They're our heroes.