Requiem


Neatly pressed / dressed / crowds /
Lined up to wave / flags / and babes /
At the Queen /

I could see first / your stony eye /
And I knew you weren’t here /
To welcome /

But to reject / the 8th descendent /
Of George the Third / in whose name /
Years ago /

Our land was claimed for Him / now Her /

And you were magnificent / straight as die /
Let them know that this /
Was no country of beaten losers /
But proud warriors /
Whose time has almost come.

by Roberta Sykes
From book: Love poems and other revolutionary actions

About Stayne

Welcome to my page and thank you so much for stopping by. I feel honoured to share some of your precious time. These are just a collection of thoughts that have popped into my head and I have managed to store here. I am hoping that one day I will find the time and inspiration to return to these thoughts to edit and craft poems out of them...ah maybe one day.
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