Warriors Song

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Posted by Poetichick on Fri Jan 30, 2004 1:21 am

Hear the drumbeat, Hear the song, Feel the heartbeat, Beating strong. Fight for freedom, Fight for the land, Fight for the families, All that you have. Feel the beat, Feel the song, Within the heartbeat It shall live on. Feel the fire, Its warmth, its glow, Its light dances with the shadows below. The yellow, The red, Intertwine and grow, Grow until the sun gives birth To the glorious morn. Dawn, The life, The start, The prayer, The approach of a never ending fear. A second heartbeat, A second song, One fear has brought upon. Thunder rattles through A clear blue sky, Caused not by the welcome buffalo, But by the clouded men who ride. Women run with their children, While the men, Their husbands and sons Fight for all that they love. To live on in their way of life, Or to be confined in terrible strife, Dilemmas they face for they who come, And bitterly face them in the brilliant high light. Cries of the Braves, Babes, Women, Blazing over the seemingly Muffled battering of Thundersticks, And the clouded men. Red and clear rivers now flow Through the dusty lands Where none had been before. Hear the drumbeat, Hear the song, Feel the heartbeat once beating so strong. They fought for freedom, They fought for their land, They fought for their families, All that they had. The brave warriors Now laid flat on the ground, Eyes fixated on the horizon. These warriors Brave, Proud, And strong, Now letting the final fire dance alone.

Posted by WolfEyes8528 on Thu Feb 05, 2004 9:51 am

Awesome poem, kudos to you.

Posted by Ben Grader on Thu Oct 28, 2004 10:26 pm

Impressive, I liked the way you allowed the lines to build up in length, although I did find that to try and read it aloud it was a little unusual - after the second read through I began to find the rythymn fall into place.

Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 9:33 am

Far beyond any critical response is the tragic message of this story. One that no amount of reparation can ever change, nor can a single life ever be given back. This should also be a reminder of conflicts that still exist for the sake of greed, occupation, and enslavement. Change is you.