If necessary I will die or kill
within the rules engaged to govern such,
though these may slow my fuse, impede my will
against a foe with no such moral crutch.
If necessary I will go to war;
extend my country’s might beyond the sea,
but when you ask this of me, nay before,
look closely at my face and you will see—
the little babe who suckled at your breast,
who once believed you walked upon the water.
I am the worst of you and all your best;
your own courageous son, your gallant daughter.
My country, in your heart, before you ask,
be certain death’s a necessary task.
© Copyright 2005 W.D.Neighbors
