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Arrows and a bow
Mortar crumbles,clay again,
buildings fall and castles fail
generations crushed and fearful
no more trust in bricks and lime.
Tents,linen now, to shade the sun
and shroud the dead . . . . . .
needle thread and cotton.
Itinerant cloth to clothe the poor.
Carpets, card board boxes,
grain,flown in by aeroplanes.
Where next week we do not know
do not think in years.
They are but dreams indulged
by men with guns and gold.
Great men die as great men do
read by few . .mourned by many.
Unheeded in their wisdom.
Too late we know their worth.
And so the mortar crumbles
buildings fall and castles too.
There will be war some day,
somewhere some will die
but not alone, in company,
loneliness not for them.
Their common fate to die
until a time shall be
when men shall rule
as once they did,
with arrows and a bow.
buildings fall and castles fail
generations crushed and fearful
no more trust in bricks and lime.
Tents,linen now, to shade the sun
and shroud the dead . . . . . .
needle thread and cotton.
Itinerant cloth to clothe the poor.
Carpets, card board boxes,
grain,flown in by aeroplanes.
Where next week we do not know
do not think in years.
They are but dreams indulged
by men with guns and gold.
Great men die as great men do
read by few . .mourned by many.
Unheeded in their wisdom.
Too late we know their worth.
And so the mortar crumbles
buildings fall and castles too.
There will be war some day,
somewhere some will die
but not alone, in company,
loneliness not for them.
Their common fate to die
until a time shall be
when men shall rule
as once they did,
with arrows and a bow.
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