While the sabres rattle, and the forces start to moveThreats and reputations force the warlords all to proveThe power in their hands, that they have got to sendThousands for to die, to achieve their endsAs petty as the conflict, may have beginnedAs bloody as a war has got to end..While the sabres rattle, and history's cards are dealtBattle plans are drawn up as tradition starts to meltBurned by a fury, as blind as a flagAfter hopes for peace have started to sagOf a mighty power, most are proud to bragAnd your neighbor, to his possible death they are going to drag..While the sabres rattle, it has always been the sameBracing for the storm to come, studying those that cameBut that lesson, has yet to be learnedEven a good man, will kill if his home is burnedWhile the sabres rattle, to sirens near and farWailing forth their warnings, and their call to armsThese pictures I now see, as we begin to fightThey are pictures I have seen before, but they were in black and white.sallysally@usa.net