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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (Dedication: For Michael Zachary, my son) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sense this knowing: can the blind see? Homer still sings fond tragedy. Troy was a thought where siege was laid, A war well fought as heroes paid. Love and hate doomed to mortal rage, Ten years once groomed that fatal stage. Such fine faces like Archilles, Hector traces with Odysseus. Proud Agamemnon did hoard the sands, Trojans beyond the high walls grand. King Priam spied Greeks' battle scream, Aegean waves plied the battle scene. The rise and fall of heroes there, The bitter gall of curse and swear. Both sides pitted to furious fights, Even witted, no end in sight. Clever tactics at Troy did sway, Loss most drastic for each did stay. So many years the battle raged, Proud lives and tears on either page. Weary battles and bloody mess, Souls now brittle with sure duress. So many dead in bloodied sand, The feud most great in defiant stand. Now crafty thought brought idea grand, Odysseus's plot to win war's end. A hollow horse as token gift, A rousing toss for Troy's uplift. Greek ships slipped round to hide away, Vanished fleet found with deceit's play. This cunning ruse worked with sure craft, Troy seemed amused with hoarding draft. Dragged the wood crypt within the walls, Stupor and script tell of Troy's fall. In dead of night when sleep wrought themes, Greeks murdered fight in Trojan dreams. Homer the blind brought us grand sights, For here we find our saving light. Now we can see the fight go on, Harsh as can be here and beyond. Wars and battles reveal who's slain, Man's not gentle who lives harsh gain. We think and speak to weave fashion, Give in to streaks of ambition. The hunter hunts the chase until, The victim grunts to turn and kill. Troy and her days remind us still, Live truce that pays in wise goodwill. What of Helen who is part myth? Fond beauty turns a timely drift. A lovely tale of human gore, To now assail that love lives more. Thus all the world remembers well: Dear heroes swirl just where we dwell! Leon Enriquez 19 November 2014 Singapore
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