Remember.
This is a fought-for land
There’s blood soaked in the soil.
There’s tears within its waves
And wails upon the shore
Its tempests veil the shrieks
Still heard from years of yore.
There’s terror in its shades
Dark places in its woods recall
Much pain unthinkable.
The pain must still remain
It cannot sublimate so soon.
The prayers of victims stay.
They do not die away.
Remember.
This is a fought-for land.
There’s blood soaked in the soil.
There’s terror in its shades
Heart-breaks unthinkable.
Exquisite, Prof. Kibler, simply exquisite. Thank you.
From a graduate of the University of Georgia,
BMus/1980