Friday, May 21, 2010


it stumbled. stalled. stuttered. sparked again
would it be all in vain?
he new it mattered little
but thoughts of walking away
caused too much pain
"you walk, and walk away, keep walking"
the voice told him
why should i care?
he thought for a moment
it was harder still, to stand the ground
songs of victory, AND memories of toil
"this is my land, my soil"
i will fight
stand my ground
"burn, ye heathen,
torched you shall be"
the vile lie vanquished
in truth, there's victory