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wildcalm
Mark Steenson
United Kingdom, County Antrim, Belfast

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Of Tyrants

Do not disgrace me just because you think you can
Don’t think you know me, little man
I can stand a thousand falls
And land with elegance and charm
No arm will drag me down
Or warm my cheeks
Or end this calm
I’m safe in who I am

Do not berate me just because you’re sure I’m wrong
This certainty has never been so strong
No longer do I cling to one
False hope that’s long since been and gone

Do not let lies conceal one single truth
That life lies in the ruins of an undiscovered worth
Stop and end your suffering and need
That dearth that others overcome by force and greed
Mend ways and you will lead
Like gods who’d walk among men on this earth
That men may call upon their deeds

And how dictators fall
The ones who stand above us all
And bluster in their might
That we should walk within their light
Be thankful in their sight
And bow our heads in slow entreat
We’d raise our hands and bind our feet
But never scale their height

We’d lift them up to heaven
Break our backs to carve their name
Glory in their glory, cheer at every worthy story
Hope held high
Endure the torture and forever be ashamed

Not I, however hard they try
I cannot hear the cries of those who call on me
Those men who plead
And pray to be set free
Who rouse the pity of these legion feet
Step back in time to force retreat

But I must stand regardless
Of what comes
Defiant of your ethic scrawled on weighty tomes
Till where I fall
Shall be a pilgrim's rest
A tomb of shadows now divest

Of all that made them gods
The might, the power, the price in blood

Do not desire me just because I'm made of gold
This tale is long and eons old
I burn inside the heart of man
And guide his hand to start a blaze
And fire the mind with dread and craze

What schemes, what dreams we can but dream
What mischief do we dare?
Just you and I
Against this worthless world...

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Spinnekop Comment by: Spinnekop - 2008-03-03 00:09
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'This tale is long and eons old' - Indeed...

A very well written poem. You seem to write so effortlessly, flowing gracefully from line to line. Your poetry, to me, has a classical feel to it. I like that because these days one only get to see abstract and complexity in poetry, which of course has its place, yet seldom you come across pure poetry as beautiful as this. I’ve read this poem over and over again and just can’t seem to stay away from it. It is filled with truths which can be interpreted either from a very personal perspective or from a political one.

Very good work…
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