Still Here

Still Here


Raise your glasses cunning foes!

Behold your triumph and cheer!

The folk are down, who will not flee

will bend the knee in fear.

My neck is broken, wounds are sore

You’ve almost won the war!

So drink a toast and raise your glasses,

brag and mock and sneer!

At dawn when the golden hour passes,

I will still be here.


(written on October the 15th, 2017)

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Mae Foreman

Sun 7th Oct 2018 19:13

Nice song! Thank you!

Big Sal

Sat 29th Sep 2018 19:26

Hear, hear! ?

"Still Be Here" by Atmosphere. . .
Killer song, and great poem you have here that reminded me of this.

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keith jeffries

Fri 28th Sep 2018 20:57

Formidable words with a touch of Gloria Gaynor thrown in. A good poem which made me stand up.
Thank you


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