Chaarzarul Rockett

Rookie - 34 Points (Baton Rouge, Louisiana)

Marching On The Footsteps Of Our Forefathers - Poem by Chaarzarul Rockett

Here we come.
Here we come.

The golden hue of a new beginning
is filling a poisoned horizon.
In flesh and steel we begin to stand.

So long ago,
our gods were forgotten.
We few have remembered and heard their commands.

Ones before us
unthreatened by fear,
refused and fought, suffered and died.

One gave his life
for a promise of freedom,
HIs people gave counsel to those who lied.

We were never free
persecution filled the air.
Now, they've enslaved our MotherGod, Earth is shaven.

But, today we remember
and see the future,
without the flight of the raven.

This time,
Mercy will not be wanted,
nor shall we spare our own.

We are not fighting
for our lives this day
for, there is no life, without home.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 11, 2012



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