Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

The Prince's Barn

I must tell you of a yarn 
About the Prince’s barn 
It sits on a hill 
Overlooking an area where there was so much kill 

Today it is a place where one goes to find peace 
And think about their deceased. 
Oh yes it was the Prince’s barn 
And yes, I did say this was a yarn about that place that had so much charm. 

It was during the holiday season 
And for some reason 
The Prince was at the barn 
Checking on what was happening at the farm. 

With decorations galore 
He was trying to forget the centuries old war
So, the Prince had his glass of wine 
And took some time 

Before his enemy arrived 
Whose only mission was to forcefully take without a buy
It was time to go he did know 
Go somewhere 
Other than here 




To live a quiet life 
with his royal wife 
While traveling due to his enemy’s hell 
He started to feel not too well 
Which made them stop in London for a spell. 

“Oh my dear Prince,” the British did say 
“You do not want to go back there where the evil has settled in on this day”
“So where should I go when I feel better you know” 
To the States the British told their mates

After he recovered, he took his daughter along with her mother 
On another journey across the ocean hoping that this America will be the right potion. 
But during this trip another sickness was written into the royal script 
This time the daughter fell ill as a result to another nasty health care spill 

Now this Prince hoped he was in the right 
Turning his back while his country was in a fight 
He saw there was a tremendous light 
In this new world that gleamed with might

Years did pass and a large family did a mass 
There were gains and pains throughout the years 
And the family got through it despite dealing with tears 

But what was the deal with this royal seal 
So it started to matter after the evil one figured out what in life really did matter 
They let go of the Prince’s land and there was no need for a military stand. 

Despite this decision by an international ref happened decades after the Prince’s death 
He must be up there watching from a far 
The development of a reborn country healing from their scar
 
 I sit here a descendent for those who had to escape 
Hoping well things will be settled and everyone will have things straight. 

I have to confess my life was altered by this mess 
Once again it was a bug who attack me without even a hug. 
Finding strength in my blood I know it was time to take on what?
Making sure my great grandfather who was a property owner 
Was at peace in the heavens with the evil one who only was a moaner. 

Looking to the sky I am not going to lie 
Proud to be who I am 
Even though America sometimes is known to scam.  

I know we will come together like perfect words in a biblical letter 
To honor those who suffered knowing their spirituality made them tougher.  
Staying strong against the evil ones wrong 
Standing tall in front of the crosses that were built as a wall 

Remember it was in God who America trusts and money was the trigger to the evil one’s busts. 
They had to cut back that made their power surges pack 
Today the Prince’s land is now free 
And that is for all to see.

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