Prometheus
Sing me in the glen,
A tale of great schism,
Of Men, of Women,
Who accepted no “ism.”
Of the One with the hemlock cup,
Not a value he would sacrifice;
Of the Man who refused to sup,
No enslavement would suffice
The Woman who inspired a nation,
And ended a century war;
A Man of great cultivation,
Was betrayed by a fiddler for;
These People of great Soul,
The ones who gave fire;
Died for a goal,
Because a man was a liar.
But they won long ago,
Those of self sincerity;
Whose noble footsteps echo,
In the halls of eternity.
- L.C.
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