From generation to generation
We know the lines
The mighty Kings
Descendants of the royal name
Of Charlemagne we chart
Plantagenet links of York and Lancaster
The proud heraldic coats of arms
Their titles, bled with meaning
On ruddy moors and battled fields
Castles stand as monuments
A drawbridge to the soul
For all now living to remember
But of the common man
The source is lost
The holy grail stolen
From children's lips no more to drink
While fathers, mothers
Die alone
Forgotten graves are pauper's realms
With none to claim the title.
~ Laurence Overmire
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