In peril cast they on the shores of deserts,
In buoyant form but stranded in surrounds,
In self-belief and blind by knightly errand,
In cavalerie, air to hostile ground.
On many fronts battles being waged,
On lines at home, in civic buildings wide,
On streets and minds, in military promise,
On internet, fighting side or side.
With truth and lie, many weapons wielded,
With might and strength and cunning subterfuge,
With media encased, pursuing agenda,
With tortured souls, pain raining as deluge.
In time the message alters, takes on meanings,
In hearts of those united in the frame,
In all of history, same brothers form, united
In common cause and called by blood and name.
By change of minds and people centric action,
By understanding why these ways embraced,
By dealing with the core of propaganda,
By altering the way the race is graced.
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