A Poem for Pacifica in Remembrance of the Karma War

A Poem for Pacifica in Remembrance of the Karma War
Pacifica's Clothes

Had I but seen the same as she, Had I but witnessed the foes' Cree', To annihilate Pacifica and her first son, And attempted what they should've shun, I would have fired them a broadside, And if I had just my heart to shoot - that too- beside, But finally none of them prevailed, Each one -as history proved true- failed.

And she heard as it were, Because she stood always there, And she looked and beheld, How devastation dreadfully smelled, She cried so unhappily loud, That those left behind solemnly vowed, Of us you shall be proud anew, And our ideals we strongly pursue.

Still Pacifica wears her clothes, Still flourish -in Emperor's Palace- the roses, Enwrought with blue and yellow light, Remaining unaffected from the fight, The blue and the black and the yellow, Remember each Pacifican to be fellow.

Pacifica is our Mother, The Corps is our Father The Pacifican next to you your Brother, Give your life for each other.

Authored by Caius Alexandrian on July 12th, 2010