Cavalcade
By Haff
Marching on thro' deathless ages Prophets, Teachers, Fools, and Sages Men who lost thier lives in glory Writing on thier death-bed gory Page on page of heros story. These are they who go before us. These are they who were victorious. What are we but those who follow? Marching on through deathless ages Still they come the fools and sages Hark the sound of bugles blowing See the tide of crimson flowing Rank on rank an army going. Kings upon thier tottering thrones Starving people, threatening tones. This the fate of those who follow? "Come my people, I am waiting" (In the din of wars abating Came a voice of gentle yearning) "Oh, my people, are ye learning Sad the wages of sins earning? Ye are weary, cease this hating See my Churches, Empty, Waiting Peace I give to all who follow." Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 21 2002 03:54 PM PST 0 • 13
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"Marching on thro' deathless ages..."