I have wondered
what has fantasy given
the country boy?
An ancestor of
the monkeys
in his skull?
One last sword in hand
backed by muscle taut
he takes his stand
To drive the
brothers, elders and priests
from this place
Because I believe
a country
is made
By dreams
more than works
And those that
are descended
Can’t know
his will to fight
Till hell has
ascended
into light
And the weak
are amended
by the battle long
As he said;
For hell is
for the strong.
1/9/05
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