| By brian francis When honor rallies those few who hear her call Blood burning hot beneath the cause When the tempest rises in the hearts of men And righteousness becomes a cry Clenched fists and determination echo remembrance Of when others rose to challenge When other causes drove the fray When other fires burned When honor rallies those few who hear her call To gather around them the followers To urge and raise the tempest within their souls And to guide them in their stroke Like waves crashing against the stone and rock Only the smooth rubble of other days Reveals the slow defeat of all that was The wearing away bit by bit of all that is When honor rallies those few who hear her call Those few men faithful are born of need Hearing the call – a distant refrain Passing on the winds of change Copyright © 2020 brian francis |
A Few Men Faithful
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Wordsmith: At The Forge 