Sunday, January 30, 2011
"Poem" of the day #3
The terrible tyrant trots out another excuse
Tries to rescue himself from the swing of the noose
"And the statues they build of me
must surely reflect my nobility
of blood, most goodly bred."
The armies clash in the streets outside
Even unto the fall of night
Black treason in the air
Hear the oaths the generals swear:
"This day we stand together,
if for no other
than each other."
Now, as the thunderclouds roll over the sun
Behold the chosen one
White trash son-of-a-gun
As the stars fortold
The armies dash like water off his flanks
Victorious sign with a roar from the ranks
A forest of spears in the sky
The cries of hawks upon high
"Let the glory of this noon
Let each man to fight
choose his own legend."
Thus was the kingdom established
And prosperity reigned
Until the pestilence threatened
In the year of the plague
Thirty years yonder
Very few remained
Your humble blogger has been scribbling words of varying degrees of coherence in countless spiral-bound notebooks for many years. This is one small sample of them.