Will we sing our war songs now
--vengeance gospel, writ in bloody steel--
As the crushing weight of this time's turning
falls on my unsteady shoulders?
Will you sing of Christ and sacrifice
while I watch the world tumble,
crashing down to bury my generation?
Our child-selves lie dismembered under rubble.
Will we sing of freedom now
as the heavy death-mill grinds
Can't you hear it too?
The song IT sings is the only truth.
Will we sing our war songs now?
What choice have we?
Come, I'll sing them with you--
but there are tears in my eyes.
This poem performs well in the 13- to 16-year-old and 30- to 65-year-old midwestern female demographics.