Risk my soul, test my life
You will be surprised
Eat my food, drink my blood
But you are still no God
Take my legs, burn my wings
But you can't, change the way life sings
I will never stop the march,
towards a state of mind
Where no-one, nothing,
can make me blind
I still will see
I still will have thoughts
I still won't be
I still won't be bought
I will never stop my fight,
to get my country free
Then no-one, nothing,
can tell us what to be
I was born in mud alone
I was born from one unknown
But born to turn the stone
And I will not kneel for the throne
Then tell the story about me
How I made our world free
How I resisted to live on my knees
How I crossed the seven seas
Just to give us all some ease
How I unlocked our chains and the vast open plains
How you now live good and how you now die old
Unlike the boy who turned man and gave you all
How he died young but wouldn't fall
How long he walked and how long he ran
How much he gave and how he was brave
For he was one who saved you all
From death, from pain and most of all
From the struggle that he went through alone
Which tore his legs down to its bone
But take his sacrifice and will you all live long
And just like him will you be strong,
Forever fight all that's wrong
tigerkitty
There are probably a few places where the word choice is a bit odd and a tad awkward. I was a little unsure of the meaning, but, of course, I've never been real great with poetry.
Andersson
Hm, could you point out some of the word choices that you found odd?