The Poor Men's Brawl

Bit I wrote for creative writing one day.

As the orb descended

The men began to rise

Clouded, cloaked, and hooded

Away from prying eyes

Off along the track they went

To the now grey east

Confused and disillusioned

None thinking in the least

Prejudice reached out her hand 

And took a score or more

Then reaction glanced at bloodied lands

And declared them now at war

But the silent men in single row

Meet now those in their pods

Each side to silence the other man

And even voting odds

Four hundred years of hatred borne

Will keep these two at war

Not a thought to end it all

Now that the rich are poor

For the Orange and the Green once shared

These things formerly called sons

But wealth in youth has passed away

Underneath the hooded guns

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. The poem could be a story of many places. Separation of people and races is in every corner of this world. I saw some repair in my 52 years of life. But I teach the children. Like my father taught me. "Never allow anyone to look down at you. Be proud of who you are." A excellent poem.
Coyote

[E.H. Monroe]

Green and Gold..the ol 26+6=1 and the cry for one's own on a hundred levels. This would make Bobby Sands happy. There seems though to be a feeling of zombie, like they have no idea what they are fighting for which in this day of bullshit is sad as f**k.

Well done

[Gone]

This poem remids me of the troubles in N. Ireland. Especially the last stanza.