Here I am Dreaming of Ages Past Wars of Roses Where both sides Were my great great grandfathers Who fought and died, Of saints of Old who Prayed for better Ways and better Days.
Of immigrant pioneers, Living for their right to Believe & Praise In their Own Way.
A dream of freedom Stolen by those who Worship not Goodness and God but Gold.
Wars are not fought and won... Only those selling weapons & guns
Win in the End...
Unless? & Until? Some Grandmother saint Prays for US
or St. Jude, brother of the Son of Goodness Incarnate, answers our prayers for peace.