The Old Guard

CorporateWhoreCorporateWhore Posts: 1,890
edited February 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Bringing worry to whimper
Taking fight to fodder
With the mind of a toddler
I strike down the semper.

Sometimes, always is never.
I aim to amplify my voice
among the Bushes and trees
so every American sees

me, falling into oblivion
on a white horse
and a badge of honor
through my back.
All I know is that to see, and not to speak, would be the great betrayal.
-Enoch Powell
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