When all the words a king may say
Lay lifeless on the ground
And windstorms blow them far away
With not a single sound.
Then no one any worry pays
As acquiescence he seeks
But ears awake and eyebrows raise
When e'er the cannon speaks.
She speaks to warriors from the east
And armies from the south.
And words of wisdom should, at least,
Fall tumbling from her mouth.
And when she sings, she hums her song,
Her voice in dulcet choir,
She whispers from her dragon's tongue
Her words like dragon's fire.
So, in the night when all is still
She rests her weary head
And looks out over yonder hill
Where angels fear to tread.
As daylight shows once more, she'll preach
And boldly yip and yell
To sermonise another speech
And send them all to hell.
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Comments2
A fine write Alan.
Thanks Steve, I know that I shouldn't play with fire.
Ex animo Alan.
Such a powerful write Alan but behind each cannon shot there is a human destroying life in front of it. Good words.
Andy
You are so right Andy. One such person was Harry S Trueman. There have been many others down through the years.
Ex animo, Alan
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