Peasant

By: Garrison Parrish February 6, 2012

I gather my thoughts and then- i am strong

I muster the ranks of my inner throng

I fight this war from past and present

You may kill me, but here's what's unpleasant

my last breath- will make you a peasant
I fight this war from past and present

I muster the ranks of my inner throng

I gather my thoughts and then- i am strong