Honor's Tell Poem by Anirudh Singh

Let not, the songs sing
A false set, of a mistaken spring
Let them not behold,
A cloven lie, cleverly told
Let them record and hold for time
This ballad of weary years, mine.

Never broke, a broken heart.
Never spoke, a chosen part.
Never bore, the burden of kings.
Always stood, to my truths I cling.
First to bear, the brunt of fire.
Last to mold, the highest ire.

Who would dare, and hold my stead.
Who would dare, these steps to tread.
None would stand, this I witnessed.
None would stand, when courage was amiss.
Alone, we all must do our part.
And feel the burdens in our heart.

The bells now ring,
And the hour approaches.
The time, for one final stand.
Late is the evening,
Lo' A storm crouches.
Marked with fell deeds and brands.

Let them hold, my name till dust.
Let them sing, my songs still just.
Let them keep, this faintest hope.
That a man it was, these chains who broke.
Destiny held those binds of mine.
And holds them still, until it's time.

Last to fall, First to stand.
Truth's champion, Justice's hand.
Always hold the sword and shield.
Never an inch, should you concede.
Hold to your heart, hold to your word.
And hold above all, to the blood that flows.

Your land's honor, must always stand.
Until you are but, bones in the sand.
And then will you rise and be a man,
where once a you were but a man.
And sing they will, songs of you.
And blessed will be, your name too.