Why did our forefathers go to the forests?
In the dark of the night why abandon homes?
Didn’t the chilly morning scare them?
Yet behind rain watered plains they waited
Waited patiently, a hope tomorrow brings good.
Families and children they left behind
What mattered to them they revalued
The fortune of the day they traded
A more valuable commodity they found
And with all wealth, hope for a better land they purchased
Were they driven by doubt?
Did the thought of indifference visit their hearts?
The reality of children who cared not for blood spilt
If today they saw, a slavery beyond the days gone
I wonder the regret on their faces; yet they fought on
Thousands have died for great causes
Millions will rally behind great ideas
Soon their blood is forgotten
And the very cause of death ignored
I doubt if a life I lay, for a man so forgetful
Truth be told, only one death made a difference
Not for a cause or great Marxism
A death for the least of men; death for all men
A Son of the King was martyred
And a children of hope were desired
Unlike our fathers, not only hope led Him
More than hope was love, a love undeserving to man
And with knowledge and truth of the consequences
Still the slaughterhouse He entered
A children we are born today, of hope and love