Written for Rememberance
Dream of a Sailor’s Soul
“My ghost appeared just like a dream
Upon a moonlit night
I came within a clear moonbeam
Appeared so clear and bright
My Moonbeam entered in and shone
Its light in my old room.
That lovely light it glistened on
My medals in the gloom.
There’s no alarms can call to arms
That man that once was me;
For I am now beyond all harms,
Since my soul was set free.
My bones they are beneath a stone
Near a chapel by the shore.
I am there but am not alone,
Near me are many more.
We did our duty in our time,
We stayed true to the end.
We fought our fight mid blood and grime:
Remember us my friend.
Memorials glisten in the sun,
The futures bright for you,
So, do accept what’s done is done
And to your dreams stay true.”
© Trevor Morgan, 13/6/2018
Not all migrants assimilate. Some become dangerous, destructive and must be fought and driven out. This has happened before.
The Invited Orcs (Herefordshire 1051)
New Orcs they were invited in,
They simpered much of ‘Peace’.
With souls so steeped in guile and sin
Deceits might never cease.
A new king like old Vortigern
Took in each every lie.
Ah, fools why can you never learn;
It’s through you many die.
The Rapes and Deaths each are excused,
Advisors face a gag.
And innocence it is abused
As old Orcs lie and brag.
Grim Reapers reap a bounteous crop,
Yet fools don’t understand.
Where fools have risen to the top;
The put at risk the land.
Yet Truth at end is not denied,
But that may come too late.
When by the grave sides many cried;
This was not down to Fate!
Yes fools they bring their own demise
Through folly all their own.
When they believe deceit and lies;
They lose their land and throne.
© Trevor Morgan, 25/4/19