A Message To My People Poem by Cassaries Johnson

As I stand on the precipice of fate
and look to the horizon for a sign,
From things transpired to find new estate,
So that we may claim victory in time


The siren who enslaved my young brother
Prepares her army; mine 'twas formerly,
Who now are strengthened by wounds they suffer,
and stand by with unwav'ring loyalty

With magic eyes and magic mind I fear,
Like sailors at sight of a deathly whirl,
If I should die tomorrow, shed no tear,
To go with such a fight would show the world

I will give no power, no dominion,
I'll fight with honor 'til we're overrun!