September 2011
A Sunset Over History (poem 21)
12/09/11 22:40
A history like none other.
A history of pride and glory.
A history of Kings, Queens and Knights in shining armour.
A history of being conquered and conquering.
A history of crusades and crusaders.
A history of fighting for rights and freedoms.
Now this history of pride is scowled upon.
Now the history books on school shelves sit gathering dust.
Now the unappreciated freedoms of yesterday are killed by the day.
A history of a sun never setting on an empire.
A history of an island nation that conquered the world.
A history of nobility and great intellect.
Now the sun has set over the empire.
Now the sun has set over talks of its history.
Now the sun has set over it’s neglected people.
Now the sun can never rise again!
Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.
A history of pride and glory.
A history of Kings, Queens and Knights in shining armour.
A history of being conquered and conquering.
A history of crusades and crusaders.
A history of fighting for rights and freedoms.
Now this history of pride is scowled upon.
Now the history books on school shelves sit gathering dust.
Now the unappreciated freedoms of yesterday are killed by the day.
A history of a sun never setting on an empire.
A history of an island nation that conquered the world.
A history of nobility and great intellect.
Now the sun has set over the empire.
Now the sun has set over talks of its history.
Now the sun has set over it’s neglected people.
Now the sun can never rise again!
Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.
An Old World’s Captured Image (poem 20)
11/09/11 22:39
(A poem I wrote for the tenth anniversary of 9/11)
Thy old world’s beauty gone forever.
Captured at a moments notice by faceless bystanders.
A bygone world captured by a small shift of a hand and a click of a finger.
A still picture, a moving picture.
A camera, a camcorder.
All captured the horrors of the loss of innocence.
All captured the horrors of the loss of an old world.
A still picture, a moving picture.
A camera, a camcorder.
All captured the horrors of the start of an endless war.
All captured the horrors of the start of the fight for freedoms.
Glass, Steel and Flesh burnt.
Four giant birds of prey fall from the sky.
Within a few short hours thy sacred old world is lost.
Within a few short hours thy old world is turned to one of terror and dictation.
A still picture, a moving picture.
A camera, a camcorder.
All captured within a few hours the death of a civilised civilisation.
Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.
Thy old world’s beauty gone forever.
Captured at a moments notice by faceless bystanders.
A bygone world captured by a small shift of a hand and a click of a finger.
A still picture, a moving picture.
A camera, a camcorder.
All captured the horrors of the loss of innocence.
All captured the horrors of the loss of an old world.
A still picture, a moving picture.
A camera, a camcorder.
All captured the horrors of the start of an endless war.
All captured the horrors of the start of the fight for freedoms.
Glass, Steel and Flesh burnt.
Four giant birds of prey fall from the sky.
Within a few short hours thy sacred old world is lost.
Within a few short hours thy old world is turned to one of terror and dictation.
A still picture, a moving picture.
A camera, a camcorder.
All captured within a few hours the death of a civilised civilisation.
Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.