Citizens, what path has led to this,
Tottering on the edge of some dark abyss,
Where a mere puff of some ill wind,
To us, some unknown bottom will send.
At this place we once stood before,
Brother against brother amongst blood and gore.
The air thick with smoke and cannon roar,
Through out our land the turmoil tore.
And the dying cried, how did it come to this?
A country once proud we sorely miss.
Yet out of that horror and dark divide
Rose our people with regained pride.
The question is now raised again,
Are we to bend to some ill wind?
John Mullinax July 2013
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