Sonnet Sundays

Murphy's Song

A rhyme but wouldn't dare have come to die

If only his was this, a right to air

The fearful trade many for just one eye

And justice knows just this: the word of "fair"

But heroes come from Gallus blood to fight

A man of generations looped and sewn

Be armor clad with semi-automatic might

Electric eyes and will parts steel and bone

Ride on to splash their blood upon the soil

The green of earth is mother's perfect sword

And Boddickers, all on knees of selfish toil

Regain the truth of the imperfect word

The herds of pushing thoughtless always run

While heavy knights walk on 'till hides the sun

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