Aeneas: Another New World Nursery Rhyme from Papa Possum.
A new work from Papa Possum.
This one was a labor of love.
Enjoy, or not.
Aeneas
“Arma virumque cano...
(Of armaments and a man I sing...)”
- Virgil, The Aeneid, Book I, Line 1
Liberty, sing us your Anthem, that Melody almost forgotten.
Sing of the Morning returning, how night will yet flee from Its flashes.
Sing of the Victory over our ruling class royal and rotten.
Sing of such tyranny toppled, our Freedom retrieved from its ashes.
Liberty, sing of Aeneas forsaken and flung from his city:
elders naïve and dismissive refused to court any misgiving,
welcomed their enemies enter who slaughtered and burned with no pity,
leaving Aeneas to scramble and scarcely to lead out the living.
Thus, for a ruling class folly, lose Trojans their Freedom to violence:
fugitive, sea-lost, and shipwrecked when forced to survive and haul anchor.
Likewise, our elders make folly and court all misgivings as silence;
welcome in doom as a trophy, yet marxism's envy and rancor.
Fie on such ruling class sophists! And fie on such democrat driven!
Fie on such ivy league marxists! And fie on such wicked king soros!
Dragging such horse to our city, they loose their plan cloward and piven.
Thinking we'd sleep in surrender, they dare tread upon Ouroboros.
Liberty, sing of Aeneas and sing of the city he founded:
Freedom for war-weary Trojans, yes, Freedom for all those forsaken.
We of the Gadsden Flag waving, our Fate in Aeneas is grounded.
Listen as Liberty sings us that Melody never mistaken.
Hardships 'ppear pleasant with passing; there's Home yet where Freedom will ring.
Morn on horizon will break yet, just listen to Liberty sing!
Aeneas, Copyright © 2014 Papa Possum
Hear the audio stream here: http://www.papapossum.com/2014/03/aeneas...
This one was a labor of love.
Enjoy, or not.
Aeneas
“Arma virumque cano...
(Of armaments and a man I sing...)”
- Virgil, The Aeneid, Book I, Line 1
Liberty, sing us your Anthem, that Melody almost forgotten.
Sing of the Morning returning, how night will yet flee from Its flashes.
Sing of the Victory over our ruling class royal and rotten.
Sing of such tyranny toppled, our Freedom retrieved from its ashes.
Liberty, sing of Aeneas forsaken and flung from his city:
elders naïve and dismissive refused to court any misgiving,
welcomed their enemies enter who slaughtered and burned with no pity,
leaving Aeneas to scramble and scarcely to lead out the living.
Thus, for a ruling class folly, lose Trojans their Freedom to violence:
fugitive, sea-lost, and shipwrecked when forced to survive and haul anchor.
Likewise, our elders make folly and court all misgivings as silence;
welcome in doom as a trophy, yet marxism's envy and rancor.
Fie on such ruling class sophists! And fie on such democrat driven!
Fie on such ivy league marxists! And fie on such wicked king soros!
Dragging such horse to our city, they loose their plan cloward and piven.
Thinking we'd sleep in surrender, they dare tread upon Ouroboros.
Liberty, sing of Aeneas and sing of the city he founded:
Freedom for war-weary Trojans, yes, Freedom for all those forsaken.
We of the Gadsden Flag waving, our Fate in Aeneas is grounded.
Listen as Liberty sings us that Melody never mistaken.
Hardships 'ppear pleasant with passing; there's Home yet where Freedom will ring.
Morn on horizon will break yet, just listen to Liberty sing!
Aeneas, Copyright © 2014 Papa Possum
Hear the audio stream here: http://www.papapossum.com/2014/03/aeneas...
your acquaintance in this electronic land of
delicious freedom!!! -- j
"No planning a memorial to cannon fodder. A statue of one soldier standing in a field surrounded by the fallen, Gazing, no fixedly staring across the Potomac at the nations capitol. The inscription will be:
"The fat lady has yet to sing.
Gold Medal yet to be won.
There's still one battle left to fight,
By grandfathers, fathers, and sons."
It appeared a few days later attributed to ''Remains Anonymous'' One older commentator on the evening news was asked by a younger colleague what the words meant?
"The Dogs Of War have come home. This time to win. Let the earth tremble. ."
“It sounds like a declaration of war,” the first objected.
“No. It's a declaration to finish one started a long time ago. The parting comment was ''I must teach them that ballots are bullets while that form of ammunition is still legal.”
Done.
I'm just not sure what it is.
mistaken" - listen, listen, hard and long, and we will continue to remain strong...
sorrow and joy.
By your grace.
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