Stand Our Ground Poem by Joe Hadley

How does it feel in that puddle of blood?
Watching your secrets unfold.
I hear cold voices gathering around.
Such pride remains unbroken,
Such words remain untold,
Such people stand in vane.

How does it feel in that puddle of blood?
There’s no reason to befoul my land
It’s all clear, resounding its way to earth.
Will I call on you to do my will?
Will I call on you to dine me well?
Will I call on you to fulfil my dreams?

Stand your ground this is what we’re fighting for!
Let the spirits guide you.
I will fight the gods of war.
We will not wait for the honour of lies.
For heaven or hell, we shall not wait.
I will not tolerate lies!

Should I stand here as your stranger?
It’s now clear that this is my land.
On this day I will accept.
We’ll praise our father.

Stand your ground this is what we’re fighting for!
Let the spirits guide you.
I will fight the gods of war.
We will not wait for the honour of lies.
For heaven or hell, we shall not wait.
Our spirits separate on their way.
Give me your hand and we shall stand our ground!