Between the lines
By hiddendragon
- 364 reads
I talk and talk and talk of a land that brings me happy and happyer
thoughts, freedom, sun, mountains, and most of all where the ocean
meets the land, but never have I planed to leave the blood sucking
land, truly to live and die here I am dammed.
But in truth this is a comforting land, for here is where my passion is
least bland, blood of ancestors lies within it, and to that I am like
brothers mixing blood form their self cut hands.
There is warmth in the air that I cannot understand; in the coldest of
night I feel connected to this land, but also to my countryman's
brotherhood clan, this is who I am, a silent worrier waiting to see the
master plan.
In this ground is where my blood was found, and in it is where I shall
be laid down, I is an English man, but my heart beats from the Irish
lands,
I am stuck between my love for family, country and land; I am torn by
their hate of one another and there opposing lands, why can't you just
free my family's homeland.
How can you expect loyalty from this man, when you savage my family and
their lands I still am part of their clan, this government is a
disgrace to man.
Can you see, we are all brothers interbreed between our country's
lands, how else can love two apposing hands, there is just a small bit
of ocean between our lands, look back heritages will make you more a
man.
History can not and will not be forgot, especially when my brothers are
still being shot by your hands, they will never obey the masters of
this English land, pay the price, admit you have killed unjustly many a
Irish man, you shame me to be called an English man.
But who am I to judge this politic, quest of royal kings and leaders of
man, who is the real criminal here at hand, and worse who are you to
follow blind without a conscious to kill other men, how will you wash
the blood from your hands.
You are fools to think all will calm and fade into sand, where there is
blood, there will always be a revenge seeking man,
Today you wake to find my brothers to hand, you your death by clan this
day has been planed, no mercy the verdict for you by their hands, your
chance you had to leave my countryman's land.
- Log in to post comments