The Wounds Of Alexander The Great Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

Alexander flattered the Persian ambassadors
stole from them secrets about their army,
the Fund, paths leading to conquest of Asia.
Didn’t suspect the young Alexander’s plan
supplied with sarissas and seventy talents
supported by a philosopher and selflessness.

Greece was in his head which he protected
however: at Granicus enemies rip his head,
then Illyrians hit him in the neck with lostari,
at Issus they swordized with rage his thigh,
at Gaza they threw darts deep in his ankle,
others at Marakandana in the bone of his leg,
at Mallous they hit his sternum. Preferred to be
brave with many rather than a wise and alone.

The fact his father Philip marched as lame
proves his stalwartness rather than a crippling,
himself with so many wounds nourishes hope,
dream of waken men, vision to beat his passions
before he defeats the enemy and thus he says:
'I wish I die as meritorious and let them rip
my corpse; the brave do not fear such a death.'



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