Red for Courage,
Blue for Honor,
White for Purity
Enthralled we fall to Babylon's whore.
Apocalyptic prophecy haunting us in
Our disbelief. Byzantine cruelty inside,
Now we fancy ourselves Gulag jailors.
¿What blind Homer in some distant age
Will chant in meter of our Hubris,
Our undoing in our Mastery?
I cry tears.
Hugh C. Thompson,