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Nicholas Herman Dec 2010
The President we'll call Philip
he was not able to get up
from reading the works of victories
of men who forced bending of knees
He dreamed of being of their ilk
of fame, glory, honey and milk
first he read the accounts of Troy
Scribbles in dust made by the boy
"Achilles, so brave and so strong
nothing you did was ever wrong.
Such purpose was in your fighting
A shame I only have writing
for I would have loved conversing
with you a man, none were cursing
How truly noble it was for
you, to return corpse of Hector
to his father who was King Priam
not without first making a dime.
You knew how to take all you could
but spared the King's life as you should".
Now he reads of Odysseus
"I wish he had been among us,
an educated wiser man,
Oh I just love all of his plans,
For Rhesus dwelling in white tents
(a symbol which surely had meant,
to show that he held no wealth)
in darkness Greeks would run in stealth
open the tents and move inside,
making sure those sleeping had died.
Odysseus you were clever,
**** the prophecies forever
You take fate into your own hands
mercy to **** a sleeping man,
so he would not have to suffer
through a way of death much tougher".
Next he reads of the Trojan horse
for which he cries and has remorse
"O Greeks, so valiant and so brave
why oh why this war can't you save?
you've lost Achilles, this I know,
but please oh please, please do not go".
(A note for readers there must be,
Philip reads only partial history,
he skips the parts without action,
The plot he knows just a fraction,
he wants to learn what he should do,
how and why have past been thought through)
"You've fought hard for the past ten years,
Now you give into foolish fears.
Stay the course and continue war,
What the **** were you fighting for?
To fight, lose and admit defeat?
but why leave a gift at the feet,
of Trojan gates that you despised?
at this I am very surprised".
Skipping ahead Philip did find
something that boggled his great mind,
"The Horse into Troy has been brought!
carrying the Greeks they had fought,
What a marvelous plan indeed
Hot **** I wish I could have seed
The god-like Greeks three days confined,
ambush the city in no time.
Mars must have blessed all of the Greeks
being the god of horses he seeks
to reward men bearing his sign
allowing plots to work out fine
The Greeks won and in such a way
killing all Trojans without delay,
Truly the will of the gods above
smiling down on Greeks they love
The noblest of all victories
men killing every enemy
since all Trojan men had held arms
no moral rule did the Greeks harm,
Mercy they gave to the women,
Grief sorrow and pain were ridden
by a blade so lovingly swung,
so they not see their husbands hung
Mercy to children given too,
with no parents they in days few
would starve, having integrity,
the Greeks took kids in groups of three
slit the throats of two quite nobly,
the last they put into slavery,
how kind it was to let one live,
and repaid by the work he gives,
I need not read on, I know now
Where to gain my glory and how.
A country resources many
So I can steal every penny
Lead a great, glorious attack
What country, Which? Of course Iraq.
A symbol? I need one to show
A ship, a banner, will it glow?
God is on my side I proclaim
I will do this deed using his name
I will be just in this conflict
A quick death to all I inflict
so they don't suffer through the pain
but let them sleep and fight in vain,
victory no matter how late
I use tricks to obliterate".
He throws the book, opens the door,
"I am going to lead you in WAR!!"
Yells at uninterested few
on the table sit books in view,
ones he did not open at all
Anabasis, A War Of Gaul,
Xerxes, Hannibal, lie unread,
not needing to know what they said.
Copyright Nicholas Herman 2006
butterfly Jun 2017
as young as sampaguita in the farm
but stubborn as a mule
a pain in her mama's chest

her day cries if she doesn’t get
what she wants and days get longer  
if she refused to do the chores

stubborn child, stubborn child, her mama said
it echoes back her ears
words she doesn’t want to hear

it isn’t her mama’s equation to solve
but she repudiates and spews dormant philippics
like an erupting volcanoes

stubborn child, stubborn child, her mama said
it echoes back her ears
words she doesn’t want to hear

but her papa was different different as he was
he held her stubbornness like a baby
in his arms so fragile

he put her in a hammock and heard her cry
like a deep broken voice no one hears
and saw her dark shadows no one sees

he, whose heart flows in her veins
lifted her up and soften her heart
as she lay them down his chest

she whispers upon the moon for a change
many nights before she retires to bed
but like ravens their feathers always black

she can’t understand why her mama only sees
the ugly face of stubbornness
but then for her she finds beauty from it
an ornament her breast wears

her will power!
that’s what she is
Journey to the Unknown : From Darkness To Lightness

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