Swords of Freedom
Swords of freedom
Ten old broken swords
Now hang off grandpa’s wall
Their origins lost in legends and myths
From his great grandpa’s times
Our folklore abounds with tales
Of victories of our heroes past
Of our ancestral men of great valour
Their price, the fulcrum of our freedom
Of wielders born invincible
When enemy tribes banded together
Bound by some forgotten ‘freedom’ words
Etched on their mysterious swords
“Free people are brothers”
Were the words curiously etched
On ten recently unearthed swords
From grandpa’s grandpa’s tomb
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