the final words

an imaginary situation when a prisoner speaks to his sleeping child before hes sent away for execution [listen to this guy ! what r u....wordsworth ??]



Sleep well my child, sleep deep now
As I cradle you, I wish if only somehow
I could turn the clock back, just a while
My time is done, in my arms you smile

                      Never think I abdicated, left you behind
                      I'll watch you ever, in you, Me, I find
                     Live by your mind, child, it does not cheat
                     The heart is young, gives in to mens' deceit

Never believe in what others want you to
The world has many who shan't pay a due
never let them say "cannot", if asked why
Limits are of thoughts, the roads or the sky

                   The day may rise when you lose to spite
                   I shall carry you then, Ill add your might
                   If only I could turn time back, only a while
                   The gallows wait, my child, she just smiles

them white lands

i leave this one for any interpretation [facepalm ! you megalomaniac !]


Run father run ! them landed arrive run
Your old legs wither'd, but they kill if fun !
They be the blessed children of the light
We are but the lowly lives of this night

Our women are theirs, these lands they own
We till for gold, till theirs, for pennies shown
Our voice is just a blow, scream to wear gallows !
We are but lowly, now the dreams are shallow

Run father run ! they have taken a sister
While we fled, could we have missd her ?
Put down your sickle ! I beg you to bow
Attack not them fair, mercy they shan't show

But thence rose the old man, eyes a bloody river
He wouldn't save his child, His, He'd give her
Upon seeing the old farmer, woke men, nay fled
Sickles rose, heads fell and them white lands bled

deliverance

From those chains that bind me
From the burdens that grind me
From those swords meant to kill
Save me mother ! save my will

From brothers who now are not
From neighbors I always fought
From a name that divided us all
Catch me mother ! break my fall

From thoughts that creep the earth
From ideas reared in mud and dirt
From elders who'll push me away
Lead me mother ! show me a way

From kings who'll walk not bare
From teachers who aren't aware
From trees which bears no leaf
Shade me mother ! shade my grief