Author George L. III Hart On that day, under the white light of that moon, we had our father and no enemies had taken the hill. On this day, under the white light of this moon, the kings, royal drums beating out the victory, have taken the hill. And we! we have no father. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments