Protestant Apologetics

26 Feb

The colors of my homeland fly atop the mainmast

with the black pennant, beneath

signaling no quarter given


We’ve taken on fresh water

and a crop of limes

We’re flush with powder and 12 pound shot


A sail’s been spotted on the horizon

The order’s been given to chase

The drums chant


We’re to our stations

to run out the guns

and watch

the distance to our prize

close rapidly


As the boatswain begins a tune

and we all join in

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Posted by on February 26, 2011 in poetry


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