Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 164 Points (22 September / London)

Guerilla - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

At hoar sunrise, before stars fade
from slumber rise to dress parade.

We steal supplies in angry raid,
with steel surprise in ambuscade:
the tyrant’s spies retire dismayed.

They dropp like flies, their force is frayed;
his martial might, too far has strayed,
is faint, afright, withdraws afraid.
They’ll not stake fight, no longer staid,
see cowards’ flight, - we’ll not be stayed.

Can cowards’ greed crush Liberty?
I shall succeed! Democracy!
Life President soon shall I be! ...

I see unrest strip power from me,
from Satan sent, vile tyranny! ...

Ah! Swiss accounts’ security!


Comments about Guerilla by Jonathan ROBIN

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Friday, October 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010


[Hata Bildir]