Jerusalem

Jerusalem, where Jesus went. Was ruled by heathen hell bent. Outraged. All England in discontent. An Army will be sent. In Jerusalem. The Holy land. We will stand. Sons and cash, give your all. For this project answer the call. Ships made ready, without stint. Knights sharpening their swords. With a glint. Heavy armoury, shields and lance. Horses and servants, they advance. The horses first to die, The others by and by. Across the seas to a land of heat. And desert sand. Water not to hand. We went to war. The world saw. The Lords "WILL" to do. We are the Knights. Of the round table. Fight for God we are able. Sons of Dukes and Nobles. The cream of the land. Defeated, not able to stand. Many a pampered youth was there. Never hardship had to bear. Little did they know, it was a shame. Fluffed out like a candle flame. Many a Knight cried. For his mother as he died. Armor and shields thrown away. Too heavy to carry on such a day. Our Knights fair game. Helpless and exhausted. Where they lain. The Egyptian soldiers slaughtered. Killing them all in Jerusalem. ..................................................... Comments... Every year, Britons sing about this Holy War. Bring ne my shield of burnished gold. Bring me my arrows of desire. And chariot of fire, I shall not sleep from restless strife. Nor shall my sword sleep in my arms. Till we have built Jerusalem. In Englands green and pleasant land. .................................................