The Europos 19

In tunneled earth, they marched at the ready,

Nineteen men prepare to battle their foe.

Their senses keen, and their footfalls steady,

Eager to strike a victorious blow

Against the Persian rats digging like moles

In the attempt to sneak under the wall.

For if the rats should burst out of their holes,

The legionnaires knew the city would fall.

They were prepared for a close quarter fight

But were caught off guard by billowing smoke

It stung at their eyes and it blurred their sight.

As it flooded their lungs, they coughed and choked.

One by one, the proud defenders of Rome

Gave their last choked breath on the tunnel floor.

In that moment, they thought briefly of home,

And then the proud sons of Rome were no more.

They would not know that their deaths were in vain,

That the Persian mole rats would soon prevail,

enslaving survivors, leaving the slain

And now dead city to the desert's veil.

Noone to mourn them, or to give them thought...

 Nor to remember their names or faces

 Or how heroic and bravely they fought...

 What Persians left, the Sand left few traces.

 But we remember those who resisted,

 And though their names are lost to time and sand,

 We know this at least: That they existed!

 Proudly...defiantly...they made their stand.

 

 

 

A Prayer to Freedom

Libertas Ultor, on this Hallowed day

With incense smoking, and candle burning, 

I bow my head and I solemnly pray

For fulfillment of your people's yearning:

That you break us free from the traitors yoke,

And the slaver's chains forged by foreign hands,

Fall to the earth shattered, we here evoke

Your spirit that we may rid from our lands 

Those who would have us groveling through life;

Who, our peace and Freedom work to oppose,

By backstabbing us with a foreign made knife, 

And whore themselves as assets to our foes.

Remember our fathers before us,

Who declared their children forever FREE

And praised your name in rousing chorus...

Return to their children our destiny!

Let it not be said that we faltered here,

Or that our prayers and faith were in vain.

Let our children see in some far flung year

That we stood Free and Proud, and still remain!

Libertas Ultor

On a Golden Passing

Remember Remember 

That last day in December

When we lost the great Betty White.

Our optimism dimmed 

And our new year now grim

we faced the future with fright...

We drank not out of cheer

Or to greet the new year

But in a solemn communion, 

For a golden girl's end

The last of our friends,

May they have a wonderful reunion!