Call of the soul; a poem by Dean Lee.We are fathers and brothers, sons and uncles, We stood as one.Knowing we couldn't win, In our hearts we would prevail, We took the fight to them, We never lost the war, We as people, We never lost our hope, And as time goes on, We still fight the war, Bloodshed does not win the war, As one we will prevail.This is the fourth edition of Loriya Literature and Publishing's magazine, Shadows on the wall. Expect the...