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Britain Rules!

Coats of red, marching side by side

Honor bound, and gentlemen true

Not like savages, run and hide

The colonists aren't like me and you

No respect for their soveriegn king

Protestants and rabble, no drums or horns

Only the stupid songs they sing

In these cold, faraway, frosty morns

Some are dressed in furs and skins

Killing us nightly, sneak-attack raids

Live in the woods with the Indians

Even taking their dusky maids

We will beat these up-start fools

Pound them, drum them, teach them how

They don't have the right war-tools

This the 'Hessians' have avowed

The 'King' and kingdom only want their due

We let them go, pray like they will

They say they won't pay taxes to you

Spirit they got... but that we'll kill

What keeps them going, in the face of might?

How do they do it, in winter's cold?

It may be because they think they're right

That may be why they are so bold

Let me go... please 'Dear Lord'

This war is killing me...

I would leave of my own accord

England is where I long to be

— Geezer, Sep 25, 2009

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Region, Country: New York State - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Poe, Emily Dickenson, Robert Frost, Shakespeare, and many of the poets here at Neopoet.

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Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Oh boy, you're speaking to me?

I'm British what ho! I shall be looking now at this carefully my knight, and will get back to you when I'm done, or done in! Protestants and rabble and ALL!! AnnQ *************** "RULE BRITANNIA Britannia rule the waves" and all that stuff...and nonsense! Oh patriotic fools abound, they have used their patriotism to quell nations, peoples, and peoples who had fine cultures of their own, fy on them, Sir Geezer, fy! And yet there were,e as always, in all handlings good elements of change, of help to those less fortunate, but too often clothed in pomp and circumstance. What would the world be without wars, strife and troubles so devastating to ourselves? It cannot be, that peace we all dream of, as the opposites are one and the same thing, we turn about and mirror our foes, and never learn to see what riches we have within ourselves, not money, wares or lands but there within our hands. Have I bombarded you enough, I don't think I have, I fenced for my county, but that was in peaceful manner only a game, a sport but satisfying in its dance and movement beautiful, it helped me to make decisions too, as you cannot hesitate before you plunge, thereby giving away your tactics to your opponent, that was good for me, a sheepish girl. I'm not longer she!! This was fun, I galloped through on horseback and saw the actors in your poem, the only thing I felt a little sad about was the lack of battle clashing sounds, but then it was a reminiscence wasn't it and not here now. En garde! yours Ann Q
Geezer

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

Fire away...

I look forward to the broadsides of ball and fire you deliver. Your comments are always well received, and I duck and hide really well. [Being of colonist and Indian stock] ~ Sir Gee
Seren

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Gee

This ones sooo good a little bit of history and a little bit of action I liked it very much, you know I am a huge history buff lol and this appeals to the history buff in me ... great work you are getting better and broadening your horizons all the time its great to watch you bloom as a poet love and higgest bugs Jayne x x