"Remember" (a wordle-poem)

The Sunday whirl:

"Remember"

My land in flames,

The enemy’s enormous,

A giant spider spins its fylfot web

Of death, and suffering, and slavery.

My people: men, women, children

Turning overnight into the old time warriors.

Their armor – unbroken spirit, and unshaken faith

In triumph of goodness over dark and evil.

Forefathers’ blessing is bestowed on them,

Fills them with grace as they go out to battle

For what is right.  The struggle’s long and fierce,

But ends in splendor, when the rugged banners

Of what once was an undefeated army

Are thrown in heaps onto the cobble stones

Of my own city.  For there is no force

That cows my land, my people into slaving.

The past not so remote, but forgetful

Man tends to be, so let us not forget.

May our minds turn into marble stelas

With names imprinted on them, names of millions.

Let’s read them all, all spelled in golden letters,

And bow our heads in silence,

And remember.

© Alexandra A. Palmer

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The Happy Amateur
 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/09/09/wordle-73/