Noble Blood Poem by Hm. Nes

The time has come, and so remains,
To draw in blood from shallow veins
The lives of men who scarcely know,
Nor care for troubles brewed in gold,

Of nobles nobled by their blood
Ne'er spilt, yet drowning in said flood,
Designed of wealth that bade them bathe
In precious blood of those who crave

For gold? No! But of want to live
In peace, with love to families give.
While noblemen, their gold to hold,
Ignoble spill rich blood that bold

Declares to those who listen well
A story true, and to retell
For children's children's future child
Who stands at last, no longer mild.

Then times will come, and thus remain-
The blood that flowed in common veins
Will noble be, and noble names
Will common bleed for others' gains.