The War for Life

how many have died in midst of blood,
for evils worth of Noah's flood,
enemies prize be dusk and vain,
against the righteous's vast domain,
The soldier clad in robes of auburn, virtues bound his breast,
with muskets of fluently passionate love, and avenging just less rest,
he holds his name in high esteem , for proud he is to bear,
the name of vigorous fighter for life in an answer to powerful prayer,
he raises his voice to the heavens and bellows to God to aid his plight,
to stand by his merciful, terriless heart as he with vigor would would fight,
" For His children," The battle cry sounds,
And warrior's clashes that bang and pound,
" Now who will come victor?" you ask me at present
but you tell me, such a war so unpleasant,
join in the fight, recruit your own heart,
and not only a segment or piece or a part,
but all our living, each fiber of being,
to ending this ongoing cruelty were seeing,