The Brazen's Call
'The brazen' they call with my pride sky tall,
raring to bawl once plummeting I fall.
Unassuming in day to utter dismay,
it dawned up in shock: when US turned YE!
With time things jaded; in thoughts vigor faded,
once ours is now yours; once mine now unclean.
That carefree greens we wandered in rain,
calling it drain makes you mean and disdain.
In clamour with fire: to change was desire,
to right for our soil we'll thwart traitor's coil.
We'd dreamt of empire the world will admire,
"The Impossible Dream"* in textbooks' memoir.
To honour the fallen and martyrs of freedom,
those heroes admired: deemed to be aspired.
To blood and characters we'd bow rebel grafters,
who stood for the soil for "OUR free breath" in turmoil.
Has all squeezed away with comfort to stay?
Have we settled: we'll pass and let other's prey!
To breathe last in pride content in own tribe,
the dream that'd be passed to descent to transcribe.
Once brethren in arms now stinging like swarms,
and 'brazen' they call with nothing at all.
Aye aye I will fight till all is set right,
keep calling me freak and I won't be meek.
Till breath dries my blood or even suffer in mud, to assay chaos,
need be hells' to be crossed: I'll sweat till I dry but see OUR dream fly.
I'm brazen you call with nothing at all,
you've strengthened my grit by letting your word fall.
I'm brazen I'll fall but will still stand tall,
won't give in to vultures, they won't have daemon's ball!!!
I'll still want you all to come home: come all!
I'll make sure won't fall, I'm the brazen after all...
March 20, 2018
* A beautiful chapter, ”The Impossible Dream” learnt during school days