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| Posted by: Camac 05-Sep-2008, 06:52 AM |
| Fire lights the sky While all around The dead lay heaped Upon the ground The wounded voice A plea for Grace The answer they'll Not want. A flash of Bronze The voices stop As the Victor Loots the corpse From out the dark More cries rebound From ravaged women Laying bound While groups of Chieftains Draw lots to see How many will His portion be. The City stormed The Treasure stole Its' people now Will pay the tool It would not yield Now sacked it stands No longer first In this fair land. The screams restart The Lots are drawn Each Chieftain takes His prize And those who're left The slavers beat To silence all their cries. The Children herded To fill the carts The first to be sold off The Women next With screams and pleas Each one does Know her lot From this day forth She'll work and toil Or warm her Masters' bed And with each day The Gods she'll pray That she had been Struck dead. The cries and wails Fade down the road As we our camp Do strike, and Loaded ships out In the Bay, wait For the coming tide. We fight for gold And women too Fair payment for Our work And now we sail For distant lands In search of other Loot. |
| Posted by: Lady-of-Avalon 05-Sep-2008, 01:30 PM |
| I love this poem first for it's a great story about going avicking which was the vickings favorite sports...sacking and looting...and though some will think me "bizarre" for saying this coming from a woman... I love it for its violence for it is what's it's all about...sacking is not a gentil love story...it's pure violence and it is well described in your poem. When one is able to feel what one is reading it is because it is well written from the author. Thank you, LOA |