Saturday, June 14, 2014

Legacy - by Bob Atkinson

(c)2014 Bob Atkinson
he never adapted to those trials
of decision meant to end the fire
he never gave a rational reason
which wasn't cover for indecision

time upon those reckless times
we wondered who could steer us right
the die sat cast to supplement
lives of some gross malcontent

fed those who had no pride of heart
sucked up a wilder anarchy chart
let foe who could be friend succumb
to arrogance of purpose, fools be damned

this man who sat upon the log
and watched as decisions destroyed his charge
let his legacy unwind in pain
Napoleon had killed a half-million men

in name of glory, in name of pride
in name of general suicide
the mind of one who screwed the land
ended up attached to our best man

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