By: Ardis E. Parshall - May 31, 2012 Replacement By Clarence Edwin Flynn While the world burns fierce and redWith the flame we all have fed,It is not the crumbling wallThat engrosses me at all. It is not the ashes gray,Lying here where yesterdayBloomed so bright the silent graveOf the peace we could not save. It is what Faith’s hand will rearOver all these ruins here,And the newer, better sceneWhere Destruction’s touch has been....
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