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A Dark Account of History (Free verse) by D. $ Fontera
Cavemen played stone bells
Shamen spelled to sick heads
The journeyman cut his flag
Into soft pieces
Warlords conquered heroes
And shale knights yielded to snow
A hundred Winters
Each slow and long
Bards called out "Elizabeth!"
Philosphers broke open casks
And drank to be easy
A light pondering
Steel clad warriors
Guns to shame a spear
Wrought metallic fire
On foreign inland villages
Waves of men
The hearts that find us so
Settle disputes to destroy
The binds of tyrants
We at peace
Native to the world only
Find hard times in forgiveness
And losses far and plenty
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