Friday, April 20, 2012

A "there seems to be a theme developing" PSF.

When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
This I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.

I have changed my name so often,
I've lost my wife and children
But I have many friends,
And some of them are with me.

An old woman gave us shelter,
Kept us hidden in the garret,
Then the soldiers came;
She died without a whisper.

There were three of us this morning
I'm the only one this evening
But I must go on;
The frontiers are my prison.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
Through the graves the wind is blowing,
Freedom soon will come;
Then we'll come from the shadows.

3 comments:

Melbourne Girl said...

If this poem didn't mention the word 'garret' I would say this could be about any freedom fighter in any war/struggle. I know not all wars/struggles are the same but perspectives and motives can be very similar, and oppression is probably always the same? No one 'side' has a monopoly on moral righteousness, in fact it's probably a common belief across all groups. That things aren't fair, aren't right, should change.

Hope you had a good week Ramon. I'm off down the coast and if I knew more exactly where Perseus lived I would pop in and give him a fright.

x

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

No one 'side' has a monopoly on moral righteousness

I do.

Melbourne Girl said...

Le sigh.