“Virtus junxit, mors non separabit”
This just be one
When perhaps there was once a time when the Red Cross Standard flew wide and high, moving the word on pure horse power across great lands and seas with the winds that blew. Some they parked and others traveled but no matter brothers were what mattered.
Man next to man, next to man whom is not just a man.
When perhaps and if they did one day stand upon the stones gathered to finally put to place the one that binds them.
So mote it be
And so it’s clear and you know what it mean
Inshallah
The men carried the weight of the future upon their shoulders, blind to where they would go straight or turn, faith in their brotherhood and God above would show them the way.
From and to all the hermandad that place the mother above all, the bright light in the east a once and for all.
No comments:
Post a Comment