A DAY ON THE HILL

Let me out among the battlements.
Let me out among the rocks.
Let me out among the solitude-
And let me hear how soldiers talk.

The spirit of war within my soul-
Wants for me to stand upon a hill-
Look out across a lonesome valley-
And at the hill that stands without-
See the enemy that strides-
Under the banner of the idiot-king.

They, they, they-
Who make camp on that opposite hill.
They who fight for honor.
And they who fight for freedom.

Behold the eyes behind the mask-
Which holds true sway over them.
The whiteness is itself a veil-
For the simpleness of all life.


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