All wait for the words, some quiet and some
Not for the whispering coos ‘A war is Won’
Bless’d battlements shooting word.
And Limb after Limb, there shall be but few
Left to but raise in exaltation of Him
We only count The battles after they’re lost.
Triviality bears not weight on presidents and
Soldiers and congressmen and women and
Coal miners in sweat stained work suits
Fueling the Glamerican culture of Conceit.
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