Ray Dacolias

The Age of Justice Ray Dacolias

Is Man not of one family,



Born of one blood,



Sprouts of one seed;



Many long branches, but of one tree.







How comes he then, murdering,



His rapacious soul murmuring;



What manner of darkness upends,



When his blackened heart descends;



Does this not portend



the terrible beginning of a tragic end?







Who shall stand against such tyranny;



Will brother fight brother, or join in the villainy;



When one nation abides its own wanton slaughter,



When no other nation defends these sons and daughters











So, one Band of Brothers and Sisters will rise,



To stand boldly against the rising tide,



And go where the Innocent needs them be,



And fight the good fight, valiantly.