Born Again

A man once born to the love of two,

Was born again in a distant land,

On soil that reeks of the lives he took,

Redeemed in foreign blood and sand.

In deserts where the winds of dread,

Wraps around his bleeding hand,

And the frozen faces and woebegone hearts,

Of his brothers’ beleaguered band.

At the end of time, at the edge of life,

As the seconds slip away from hand,

Smiling down with valor untouched,

His tireless brothers around him stand.

A man once born of the love of home,

Was born again of grit so grand,

In a battlefield in the endless hills,

Of a faraway ominous land.

Copyright by Delilah Das