If, by the dawn, my homeland and I have been laid to fiery waste
by a madman pursuing False Glories, post-haste,
my only hope is that my homeland's chief
has done the impossible despite what's to come - an unsalvageable grief.
I beg, that in spite of what's left of my People: their pain and their loathing,
my chief, in casting aside all notions of an apocalyptic foreboding,
has mustered an unfathomable courage
that will weigh on them beyond reason - a Holy baggage,
and has chosen not to fire back a world-ending volley,
because they know in their Heart: Today's War should not be Humanity's Last Folly
~ [Attribute to 'Anonymous']