17th_Lancer Poetry (5)

Time to stand and fight.

Remember the God’s of your fathers,
They spoke to your heart and through dreams,
When men walked the Earth with confidence,
With spear and with shield as their means.

When women were happy as mothers and wives,
All the people lived closer together,
In times of good harvest and also in strife,
They were there for each other.

A great evil came to our people,
Too eager and willing to trust,
A new God and a new system,
To follow, the Kings said we must.

From that time on we grew weaker,
Bound by the chains of the religion of Rome,
Threatened by eternal damnation,
All for nothing that we’d ever done.

Enslaved from the very beginning,
Our minds no longer our own,
Controlled by the ruling classes,
All roads lead back to Rome.

It’s not just our people in danger,
The whole world had fallen asleep,
Open your mind just listen,
the ancient voices still speak,

Throw off the chains of oppression,
Turn off that box in your home,
Remove the muzzle of the slave,
It’s time to stand and take up the spear and shield.

By Mel Beasley

The Wolf

Where can I go? There’s no where left.
The land of forests is bereft?
Persecuted all our lives,
From the dawn of time,
From the first flint knife.

Sacrificed as offerings,
Stories told in different tribes,
Warriors fought wearing our hides,
We gave them power,
They took our lives.

Admired by some, despised by more,
We never had peace, only war,
Hunters now have no reason,
We are too few for their hunting season,
They kill for fun and we are now done.

They took our land, they took our lives,
Killed us with spear and hunting knives,
Killed us with bows, killed us with guns,
There is nowhere left to run or hide,
Will you miss us when we’ve all died?


By Mel Beasley

The Corona Virus

On Earth there is a virus,
A plague that’s called mankind,
It is of course the human race,
The blind led by the blind.
They fought for Gods of money,
showed every kind of greed,
And wanted more of everything,
Of things they didn’t even need.
They poisoned all the oceans,
And all the land and air,
Religion taught them nothing,
Most people didn’t care.
A madness gripped the people,
Like nothing seen before,
A selfishness unheard of,
Every group wants more.
And boys were girls,
And girls were boys,
Insanity reigned supreme.
They forgot our Earth as mother,
In their dystopian world of dreams.
But a mother has her limits,
We all had pushed too far,
In desperate self-protection,
Her anti-bodies streamed,
She had to kill the human pest,
That all the rest may live.
Number one is the beginning,
And number nine completes.
And nineteen is the number,
With which she must try and defeat,
The human virus killing her,
Our Earth beneath our feet.

By Mel Beasley

A mighty hand reaches from the sky,
Shrouded in mist from time gone by,
Far above, cold land below,
Grasping hilt of silvered blade,
Weapon of the gods displayed,
Topped with crown and leafy wreath,
The sword is sharp without its sheath,
Crown is pierced by sword beneath,
Double edge, grit your teeth,
Accept the challenge, use your mind,
You have the power, you have the will,
When you decide to do no ill,
Reserves of strength you will find,
And victory to you will bind.

By Mel Beasley

May some small wealth ever keep the wolf at bay,
May I maintain the strength of the Aurochs,
May I be guarded by the thorn,
May my tongue ever speak wise words,
May my journeys be swift and trouble free,
May the fire of creativity burn within my soul,
May my gifts from the gods sustain me.
May I ever find joy in the world,

May hail always turn quickly to water.
May my needs be few and simple,
May all that glistens prove true under foot,
May my harvests never fail,
May the trunk of the tree never tremble,
May my luck always be good,
May all harm be warded off,
May the sun always shine on me and my kin,

May there always be justice in my life,
May the goddesses, look over my family,
May I ride through all storms unharmed,
May I always be true to myself, my kin and my gods,
May the waters of life ever refresh me,
May my seed always grow strong,
May I always see with clarity of vision,
May I always be together with my kin in my own home.

By Mel Beasley.