Ode to Tuvia Bielski
I put down the gun for a guitar, a pistol for a pick
To strum a little and wax lyrical with some fanciful licks
Was not my call for mine was blood
I’d leap over that wall to blast that God-damn truck!
Was not my call if not of Him
To lay down my arms and write a hymn.
~ L.S. James (2013)