it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
The sound of thunder in their ears
The rising colors in the night
The shock of sudden light
What each man standing hears
-- Is it a flash of memory?
A loud anthem for the free?
The drum is like in kind
A drive towards death and life
But held as sacred strife
For he must hold in his mind
His days as in a glass
For what purpose will they pass
And pass they will, unto death
Other peoples may defer
But such freedmen must be sure
To never waste their breath
And with courage charge the spears,
The sound of thunder in their ears.

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