Race for freedom
Rome waits in apprehension,
As it's leader awaits a trial for his perverse intentions.
I sit & wait, hating the spag bollocks
injustice of justice.
Ireland's no better,
They instead fiddle accounts.
Universally, serpents spit poisonous proclamations
then declare such debts sovereign.
Only for so long can the people accept
"the way of the world"
before becoming it's changing face.
Pyramids fall as spherical unity is revealed.
My brothers spilled blood for much more,
so why does Britain accept less?
Noetic-fret!
Sat 12th Mar 2011 10:54
Hi, this poem although not long in text, speaks volumes to me. I think also, the lack of comments from many who should be admiring this work, also speaks volumes too. This is a fantastic piece, thank you for sharing, if only more could see the truth that has revealed itself to the few that dare acknowledge its presence.
Nice one.
Mike