Posted by
Matthew McCluskey on Monday, August 06, 2007 2:05:06 PM
Oh sons of stars which burn so bright,
who know no truth nor just God,
lead us now amid this gods’ twilight,
to lands ye sages have come to trod.
And when we reach your land’s purlieu,
and hear men killing men, but of dust,
‘twill be no surprise to us who knew,
that it was, and would be ever thus.