Powder and steel

Rule the afternoon in blood red Tupelo

As walls of solid blue

Thunder forward through the smoke

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Many battle cries propel them

The professor and the poet

The farmer and the reverend

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As a trumpet resounds

Falling forward in the mud

Among the torn away limbs

Beneath their screaming melee

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They are far away from Belfast

From Lublin and Leipzig

From the Bowery and Broadway

From the farewell parade