Repent you not for the intent,
to act in war that you were sent,
to take up then the knife and gun,
for killing; is no act of fun.
To cry the tears of sorrow still,
whilst depth of night, no solace fill,
Appears the face; a mother's son,
that died before your very gun.
As spectre's dance when someone lied
the silhouettes of friends that died
Their lives were taken; who knows why,
We clothe our heads and gently cry.
Such hatred on the follow day,
pray vile enemy comes to play
for all the grief, and all the hate,
will send them to old Satan's gate.
As now to close my eyes in sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Leslie de la Haye.
"Repent you not!"[C]
December. 14Th 2008.
http://www.Aspiringpoets/yuku.com
