Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Of William Wallace,and Jeanne D' Arc








Farmer and Peasant girl were you,
Lad strong and lassie frail,
Oppressed and decreed,
A hundred Years of Tyranny your Only Birthright..

Yet somewhere In you Glowed bright The power
Of Humanity and Thirst for freedom,
You lusted for life,and You fought
To pay your debts,to country
And people,a populace of Lackeys,
Of Patriots,and those In between..

You stoked in 'em The embers of your
Fire Divine,you fed 'em Hope,
You Gave 'em thrust,
And Victory after Victory pronounced,
Gave you as gifts to your
Man and Woman and Child...
And persecution You feared not,
Neither of Traitor nor of Witchhood,
The world Forgets you sometimes,
And you dwell in the past of forgotten
Passion,Lost in crumpled parched
Books,torn and frayed,
With underliners,and Bookmarks,
And Scribbled Q&A's,One must Know
The Battle of Stirling, The Siege
Of Orleans,The burning,The torture,
Five marks allotted for that,FIVE marks,Imagine.....


Marks and books,Your fate gentleman and Milady,
There You rest,
And I cry silent tears,
In my heart of hearts,and Pledge allegiance,
Wish I were In your ranks,fighting beside you
To lift this tyranny upon us....

There William Wallace,and Jeanne D' Arc,You
Remain,in the hearts of us patriots,
Of Life,and Liberty profound,
Knowing Nor Country,nor Profession,Nor
Skin,None but a cause and The Humanity,
Which Sharpened your Spurs,
Who try to live your dreams,and cry out,
For Freedom,And your Immortal souls guide us,
As we rally around you,diminshed and
Outnumbered,but undaunted in Passion or mettle,
We Roar out,and we hold ready our swords,spears
Pens and Spirits..
Cry out..We forget you not,Heroes of Yore,
But await your command,to resume the fight
Where you left off.....

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