Famous last stands
On battlefields
Where righteous justice flows
In the veins of each warrior
Bracing to sacrifice themselves
To a dream they were sold
Nourished by blood
Of kin or enemies
To be tread upon by history
As winners or losers
In memories calling
Up their ghosts as proof
Of something
Though the feet that shuffle
Upon the dust of their bones
Isn’t fit to invoke their names
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