THIRTEENTH MORSEL

A peasant who wishes for more

changes his plough for arms

The army has loyal farmers

with absent fathers away far

Children of empire?s troops

though honoured their father?s name

they hardly know the man well

though his name they proudly bear

Years abroad have rendered fathers

estranged from families and friends

yet love and regard still remain

after gaps of years and distance

A peasant who wishes for more

changes his plough for arms

fertile fields left idle

while we take grain from conquered lands

For children whom fathers left

when they were too young to recall

esteem comes to their hearts prior

before the warmth of filial love

At long last parted faces meet again

strange and familiar strange yet familiar

they rekindle ties and retell tidings

memories and previous habits return

Fertile fields left idle

while we take grain from conquered lands

the army has its own farmers

with absent fathers battling far

Families once again reunited

when warriors in togas turn civilians

their children venture and nestle gladly

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