No, my friends,
there is no rhythm to death!
Death is a silent song sung by unheard voices

Can you hear the drums?
Are they beating to the rhythm of life?

No, my friends,
the rhythm of life is joyous!
Life is a loud song sung by tireless voices.

Can you hear the drums?
Are they beating to the rhythm of remembrance?

Yes, my friends,
the rhythm of remembrance is melancholy.
Remembrance is a soft song sung by knowing voices.

Listen to the drums, and
remember the drummers…

No, my enemies,
there is no pounding in death!
Death is a resilient song sung by feelings lost

Can you feel the cannons?
Are they measured to the rhythm of life?

No, my enemies,
the measure of life is seen!
Life is a bright song sung by endless voices.

Can you feel the cannons?
Are they reeling within the memories of history?

Yes, my enemies,
the cannonade of history is heavily felt.
History is a resilient song sung by knowing choices.

Feel the cannons tremble, and
sense the cannoneers…