Hark, men! the long forgotten call.
Each evanescant heartbeat fall.
Beneath the scarlet banners, unfurled,
A thousand sleeping forms are curled.
Hark, men! Hark, lads! 'Tis all forgone.
Count numbers, men, the battle's won.
A thousand lilies, sown with blood,
And pink-lipped poppies amid the flood.
Come, boys, take arms, last declaration!
One final cry for liberation!
Bayonets to bring forth peace,
Until, at last, the bloodshed cease.
Come, Cain! Come, Abel! One last stand!
Let tainted lilies fill the land!
Sound the trumpets, triumphant cry!
Above the corpses, the banners fly-
Until at last, the dawn breaks free!
Laying bare, the world to see,
Side by side, two brothers dead:
One blue, one gray, both stained with red.
And while afar, the Angelus rings,
"God rest their souls," the soldiers sing.
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