"African child"
African child, so young and bold,
On June 16, your story was told.
You took to the streets with pride and might,
To fight for freedom, for what is right.
You faced fear and danger, yet you stood tall, Demanding a future, fair and for all.
Your voice rang out, clear and strong,
As you marched bravely, all day long.
But the world saw your pain and plight,
Your struggle to learn, to read and write.
And they refused to let you fall,
For they knew, you deserved it all.
Today, young child, you have a hope,
A future bright, with endless scope.
No more to be silenced, no more to be still,
But to rise up, and learn, and be fulfilled.
Written by Abdulai Kpaka Mansary.
Categories:
marched, adventure, africa, death,
Form: Rhyme
I had a chocolate soldier
He had a chocolate heart;
He had a chocolate lady fair,
They never were apart.
They marched out in the morning
As daytime had begun
And there, beneath a cloudless sky,
They melted in the sun.
Categories:
marched, candy, chocolate, love, morning,
Form: Light Verse
Time marches on so the gurus say
Brilliant deduction, the best for today
If time moved backward
Starting as an old bastard
Ending as a teenager riding a skateboard all day
Categories:
marched, time,
Form: Limerick
Crushed by WII
Brutal arms of Japan
Father in prison
Brother in heaven
But I marched on
Crushed by Korean War
Brutal arms of North
Goodbye, Father
See you in heaven
But I marched on
Crushed by hunger
Refugee in an island
Fish swam all around
No net to catch
But I marched on
Penniless in America
Land of abundance
Thirsty and hungry
To climb a mountain top
But I marched on
Yes, I was crushed
By wars
By hunger
By penniless
But I have marched on
Knowing
I have peace in my heart
I have freedom in my heart
I have gold mine in my heart
Nothing can touch them
Categories:
marched, march, war,
Form: Free verse
Lofty notions ruffled amongst the rustics,
reaching amongst the less broody of the brunch.
As the cities held the wealth of the dreams, the men clambered upon the star lights and the moon beams.
Grasping in vain of the growls of their plump old wives, they moved and found solitude in sorrow amongst the grey curling mass of a myriad of broken lives.
They grazed amongst the smut of the shadows and sank beneath the cracks.
By a city they had been betrayed.
Nothing now but skies of greys of the sodden slaves sleeping on sadness and sorrow.
Categories:
marched, betrayal, change, culture, home,
Form: ABC
I knew there would be a time
The day the Angels marched
To the River Styx they headed
There's evil to be torched
Lucifer and his lurid
To our surface they have risen
As they corrupt, plunder and kill
Our survivors to their hell like prisons
To eradicate this evil
The depths they need to go
Combat instead of mediation
To match them blow by blow
They meet at the gates of Hades
On mass with shields and swords
In evils, dreaded hellish eyes
The might, as the angels hoard
Lightening flashes zag
The cue for them to attack
In delta formation they swoop
Heroism, there will be no lack of that
Weapons blessed by higher
Cut down the lowest dregs of all
Winged saviour's all of them
In the end will stand so tall
This planet will remember
The day the Angels marched
When evil was finally defeated
Beaten, earthed and torched
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-4.php
Categories:
marched, devotion, fantasy, inspirationalday, evil,
Form: Rhyme
The hungry wolf inspected the fallen hiker,
the injured man couldn’t move,
his eyes closed as his mind tried to soothe,
not realizing he was being watched
with what looked like blood thirsty anticipation,
the hungry wolf was full of concentration,
he could feel a meal,
driven by a carnal sensation,
the injured man wouldn’t put up a fight,
it was dinner for the wolf that night,
a tasty meal in his sight,
the injured hiker knew nothing could sustain his fall,
and for the hungry wolf it was a dinner call,
after the chilling night,
the day brings light
and toward the woods the wolf marched briskly back,
stomach full,
and he ate without an attack.
Categories:
marched, sad
Form: Dramatic Verse
Men, lock arms and dig in
Hoist the colors and hoist the flags
Today, we march across the bridge
Across the gorge, along the ridge
These men are brave and their faces glow
One by one, the soldiers know
Beat the kettles and blow the horns
Our clothes are ripped and the flags are torn
Today, we march across the bridge
Across the gorge, along the ridge
To the other side, we fight to win
Rations low and six hundred men
The bridge is high, and you feel the wind
No laughter here, but lonely grins
The span of the bridge and you feel its height
The long steel beams displays its might
The soldiers know, these men are right
We cross the bridge all day, all night
Categories:
marched, imagination, inspirational, introspection, march,
Form: Free verse