Come and Read
Where have all the fighters gone?
The few, the vocal, the brave
I hope they return before too long
Before we all end up in the grave.
The wicked are now too strong
Our voice is now too weak
And if this goes for far too long
Who will stand up for the meek?
Pity the land with no fighters
No force against the horde
No one to stem the corruption
No miracles from the lord.
A forty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cats (Tyrone, and Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution. View more posts
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