Soybean Thoughty Shoe

My children, my lovers
my sisters and brothers
I cry out
on this lonely dawn to you.
Salvation and damnation
inspiration and deathly Fear,
we fought our way
upward and forward
over the top
and through mud filth and rain,
and in bewildering victory
we wonder
where are the warriors now?
To what
shallow graves have they gone?
My friends, my teachers
my enemies
and other leeches,
I ask only
that you stay true to your word,
and if it is your will
that silence should fall,
then listen close on this sacred morning
and hear the silver pin

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