Darren J Mcmurray Poet Free verse

The Freedom of Marshall Gray

‘Twas the days of the ruling Queene
Tyrannical land of frost borne shade
Whilst a man in foresight seen
A slaving soul humble and gay
A man called Marshall Gray
His lectures soaring in solid sound
Come once and every day
Spoken wisdom to the folks of the town
Many an ear Marshall found.
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   Why in this way we live, He would say
As a people, we should be equal and free
In a colorful land, we are governed by grey
As a peasant, the Queene will not see
A request of complaint from me
A tax to bare children is to far to go
The Queene must sign some relief
To free us from burden, to grow
No more taxing, the Queene must know.
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   One day in the eve as Marshall Gray spoke 
The guard stole upon the crowd                       
The Queene swayed in to address the folk       
Marshall Gray I hear of everyday, very loud    
Surely, this man and you all are proud             
On this night, this crowd will be free                
I give to your children the fields you have plowed  
On silver platters I bestow upon thee
 The heads of you all, for everyone to see.

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