He would be ready.

I am the cradle of God's new world,
From me shall the new race rise,
And my glorious banner must float unfurled,
Unsullied against the skies.
My sons and daughters must be my strength,
With courage to do and to dare,
With hearts that are ready,
With hands that are steady,
And their slogan must be, PREPARE! -
They must be ready!

With a prayer on the lip they must shoulder arms,
For after all has been said,
We must muster guns,
If we master Huns -
AND ATTILA IS NOT DEAD -
We must be ready!



WAR MOTHERS



There is something in the sound of drum and fife
That stirs all the savage instincts into life.

In the old times of peace we went our ways,