The bell is tolling, hasten now, hearten.
Report your account, speak in woeful ink.
Demand first truth- not idle, dying themes
of country, flag, and liberations drink!
You tow and duck your head now, too late.
You’d no choice; you saw.
You espied the weeping prophet of war
and glimpsed depleted dirty tombs.
You’ve photos to show a yearning world.
Oh! Scribe! In this,
close your eyes and sleep,
rest with your comrades.
Truth be your reverie.