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Created on: July 07, 2009
You Have Seen the Fires in the Sky?
(original verse)
The motion of the war ships foaming wake
Batting up against the red streaked and grayish hull
The rolling of the cannons thunders break
Upon the blackened enemies distant skull
The battle rages with out a break all threw the night
A screaming shell, a dragon, thrown through the air
We watch these rockets, hurled away and out of sight
Again to fall into our grim enemies hidden lair
Our rolling hull pushed by cannons forceful fiery thrust
The fireball falling like a deadly star so true
The shock of cannons fire a holy must
To break the rock of the ancient fortress threw and threw
Off in the distance we see the hellish glow
Of blasted time torn castles crumbing wall
The masters' works of gunners' efforts grow
From within the turrets of the war ships masts so tall
Again and again the volleys exploding burst
Into the night we see the fires burning strong and bright
We hope our hard work and efforts will thus be first
To crush the strength of our enemies endless fight
Hot torpedoes submerged and running true
Our grayish hull exposed, smashed and burning
Our men are screaming, down in the fires below and threw
Their finished lives so crushed and yearning
We fought a battle with efforts that were good and true
Our young men valiant, strong, brave and skilled
Dedicated to our flag and colors, red, white and blue
Our young men turned to age, how quickly they were killed
We count the dead with fingers pale and poll
We see the totals in papers, the news so prim
We are a nation of politicians with blemished souls
Does no one see the hideous, truth apparent, and so grim?
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