The Crusaders Poem by cheryl davis miller

Much is spoken when ones passes on and,
they can no longer speak for themselves.
Base nature causes one; to defame some,
into darkness public opinion delves.

Such is the case of Crusaders of old,
those who had lived; and died for the masses.
They stood between dark evil, and mankind
during the time of the dark ages clashes.

Had they never been, where would we all be
with the blackness of the crescent moon's rule.
No freedom of choice, for woman or child
just the Koran, and the face of a ghoul.

Today 'words' fly out from all corners and
even history books, have been altered.
Now I tell you the truth of Crusaders,
but for them this whole world, had been conquered.

I'll speak another truth, if I may now
the words of the Koran have not changed.
Followers of the crescent moon's flag are,
blindly enslaved by, a mad ghoul deranged.



cdm 12/13/15