Fields Of Stone

dreams fled the rise of centuries damned,
chased by evil rush of ancestry
spilling blood made hot and deep through dark
excess of savagery most vile,
cities ruined by avatars of war now lifeless
clenched in sterile brilliance squeezed from  
crimson light by smashing fist of
battle's memories long ago unleashed
on tender flesh of innocence
made ash by seething hate
carved on fields of stone

life still grips the remnants of countless
broken lives glowing ember bright
in blighted night of bombed-out towns and villages
still burning from despise of adversary
caring nothing for the rape of world by abhorrence
or the dead accusing eyes of endless victims
piled deep in bone-filled trenches
beneath hard fields of stone

yet hope fights on against this evil strife
still rife upon the souls of pitiless men
who relish the taste of hate and death
savored like honey on a lolling tongue.
the eyeless dead remind the living called to war
of duty served to cleanse the world of unrequited
slaughter by the evil of the past
so that our future can be one of peace and dignity
above these fields of stone

So when the aging veterans pass
in proud parade before us
stand upon your feet to honor them
and those that cannot march,
who fought so hard to give us peace
and keep us free
and let us be the dreams we dream,
those who lie
so quiet and so peaceful now beneath these
sacred fields of stone