If I die, think only this of me,
I was a citizen of a land that was free,
No name, I owned, among the millions
Soldier I wasn’t, just one of civilians.
Battle I did still for some rights,
Not one of the armed or armored fights,
With the mighty pen, I set out,
Poeming through causes, time I devote.
Love this, the way the word seem to march and the pen as your sword. Great job.
ReplyDeleteThe pen is a force in battle! The poem rings with a confident, determined march!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful way to devote time-
ReplyDeleteAn apt way to remember thy name!