War is the crucible of humanity
Where heat and pressure burn away the dross
Transforming society.
The experience might forge a new society
As a rare and valuable alloy
Useful in its blending of elements;
Or,
It might just as easily,
Leave a brittle weakened state,
With poor metal in its spine,
Ready to shatter under the pressure,
Fragmenting in to shards of itself.
The nation that welds its various components,
Into one blade upon the forge,
Under the hammer beats of history,
Through in the fire of tribulation,
Tempered with a quench
Of Humanity and Humility,
Shall always win the day.