Revenge of a Nation

Revenge of a nation Sweet revenge for Orestes For the slaying of his father Pitied his sullen face Cold and no longer with us Killed with vigour His betraying sword Sacrifice to Neptune saying He ran away and left his life blood flower A generation would not lie But vindicate itself with blows Marching insurrection of a nation Flows with blood and vile imagination Spilling on his head a leafy balm A father is bequeathed as a flood In the stilling of the night the creatures move Pawing as in a place no longer dead Numbing in the tenseness of the fight Bringing a whole nation to pay penance Calling to arms those noble few That history has brought out in the night Beckoning a call for something new Everything is nought that wasn’t meant