The Last Battle Poem by Christopher Tye

The Last Battle

Upon the green and pleasant fields of this shire,
All my forces massed for the last battle for everything,
Armed with words and a reasoning intellect for this day,
As I am surrounded by my enemies and a world that didn't care.

As I stood on this field recalling a lifetime of battles,
Always having to use subterfuge and sleight of hand to survive,
Always having to watch my back amongst people who should have been allies,
Lessons learnt in life that you can't fully trust anyone.

Family all too easily prepared to stab you in the back,
Blood ties don't stop greed and personal gain taking precedence,
The old days of putting your house first long since gone,
As self became the most important thing to divided families.

Old friends long since lost as paths become divided with time,
School day friend soon departed as tribes divided,
Always left on the fringes of society watching treachery at play,
Learning very early on that most humans looked after themselves first.

Over time victories and defeats blended into one life,
A life spent fighting for basic rights and human decently,
Seeing so much injustice in social and education systems,
Seeing how some had everything as the majority enough to survive then us outcasts fighting for survival.

Life is a journey most people don't truly understand,
As they grow people can lose sight of their humanity,
The path is hard and long for those pure of heart,
We have to stand by our codes of decency and honour.

The last battle has arrived and can't be won or lost,
After so many fights have been fought and survived,
Time has run out today for corporeal life and it's existence,
Death can only be cheated and outrun so many times.

Now as this last battle plays out nothing of importance remains,
As my last stand for all that's just and righteous falls,
As I am hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned,
Destined in this last battle to share the fate of good King Harold and Richard III.

By Christopher Tye