Just
a prisoner on a prison ship, one of a thousand or three
Lost for the cause of a nation's fight
Doomed to confinement until the right
Rule again for the free. |
Chosen
to battle a rearguard plan, perhaps two thousand or three
Fighting by day, withdrawing by night
Delaying the push that the enemies might
Be worn down finally. |
Trapped
at last on a mountain pass, these brave two thousand or three
Taking the blows be they heavy or light
Bearing the pain till the day is in sight
When the hosts of Satan flee |
Just
a prisoner on a prison ship, one of a thousand or three
Surrounded by faces drawn and white
Patient in faith so sadly contrite
In their shackles of agony. |
Fara Sabina P.O.W.
Camp
Rome Italy
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