A sonnet, a pistol, and a Savior:
Three weapons to rewrite history's course.
The darkest of days, the sure and swift force:
One pen, one cross, and one in the chamber.
Heard in every native tongue and word-lore;
Announced in guttural groans of remorse.
Read aloud from its cover to its dorse
With each turn to drip with bitter flavor.
Better angels of our nature take flight,
And shine ethereal beauty above.
Cast out the shadows of nescient delight;
Carefully render your souls fit to move.
Men, in their songs, may recall the refrain.
Time once stood still and can do so again.~James Robert Kibby~
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