In Peril of Life and Limb
In peril of life and limb while salt sea
Flamed with white wrath of sun, we fled hist'ry's fault
Leaving depleted islands to cry. We,
Mirage of colonial dream, our vault
Rifted of resources followed like fools
The pied piper of our stolen wealth, are
Now come face to face with minotaur rules
Building kingdom again without a star.
And what shall these picket fences keep out
Shall they klansmen councils of fire deflame
Or expunge the ancient and nagging doubt
Whether our manhood has value the same?
I who have traveled the same sea now twice
Shall not retreat nor die by being nice.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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