Born by brave men and women in most Ancient of lands.
Whose names from our history have long faded away.
Raised on Greek;s Tit and bathed in Marble by Rome.
Came across a great ocean to call America its Home.
Here it Flowered its greatest Illusionary Bloom.
But that bright flower died and withered far to Soon.
Now it's no more then a very Rich Man's Game.
To see in its Blood Stained and Faux Gold's tarnished Name.
The Masses of Sheeple, their Bitch they can Claim.
Little really changed but we are wiser just the same.
TDK / The Druid King
Copyright George King 09/13/2016 (except for images.)
concealed long term in well hidden groves;
ReplyDeletenurtured and cherished by those of its fold;
Attrition by offspring converted away,
Thinned by losses in wars' bloody fray;
Insular clans were fading fast
Until they were unlocked an opened at last.
Now, rezzed by old blood recalling its past
we walk again, free: WE have not Passed!
REzzed in the hearts of