[b][u]A Call to Those Who Still Live But Have Forgotten[/u][/b]

With wistful voice
Sing I this chorus.
It pleads and draws;
Breathe as my mouth yawns.
Sing out, my tenor,
Cry out, thine tender
Message of hope
Without limit or scope.
Cry out to the warrior:
"Peace my brother!"
Listen and be cleansed--
Calm, not incensed!
Why die by the sword
When you can live by your word?
Live, rage against your captor!
No longer slave but master!
Raise your voice, thou mute.
Speak reason, cry truth.
Rise, on your feet.
Not halted, no defeat!
Lick not the festered wound!
Maddened dog, distracted loon,
Come out and away!
Leave the dead where they lay.
Dwell with the living.
Sew life, reap thanksgiving.
I cried to you with all my force.
My breath is ragged, voice hoarse.
With tears I look out--
Voice unable to lift a shout.
May even these tears convince you:
Your life is not left. You are not through.