This poem, by me, is in reference to a Ralph Waldo Emerson poem:
Cincinattus was a legend,
And legends are great and bold;
Britain youthfully did attend
To prophetic blood and cold.
Fear, Craft and Avarice
May not build a State,
But Avarice and Cowardice
Are slain by drink and plate.
There is no perfect state.
There is no perfect home.
There is only man and mate,
Flesh and blood, and bone.
But where are rowdy songs and beer
Are eyes of wrath and fire,
And songs of pipes bring ready cheer
To man and child and sire.
Courage is freedom's fence,
He is her sword and shield.
Before his eternal lance
May tyrants ever yield.
Cincinattus was a legend,
But we are bold and brave
'Tis we the Republic will extend
And year by year, shall save.
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