Ballad for Bienvenue or My Weary TravellerA Poem by Carrie ManorThy weary traveller, come and rest hither. Do not waste time! Make haste! for, does thy see, the rain pelting thither? Ah! Have you been drenched? I see your soul, is soggy, heavy, what made it forbore? Tell me, who shall say? When, when ever is a man truly free? When, when shall justice, forsooth, give man his freedom? I see, sir, you are a brigand. It matters not, everything is the same. We are all equal, in the arch above, my brother, do you fear me? Who says, why should I you? Do you stand? Stand and shiver of fear? Why! I think we should trust one another. Someone told so once, that the heaven streets were paved in gold. I bequeath thee silver, yet it is but a memorandum, brother... Receive this silver, as a token. If the streets are paved, but.. then indeed; a good shining sea, from where good angels drink. Must be of glistering silver. It is not bad, then it might be received. If thy shall take thou drink, than thy shall be evil nevermore. © 2011 Carrie ManorAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 22, 2011 Last Updated on March 22, 2011 AuthorCarrie ManorAboutBonjour! My name is Carrie Manor. Believe it or not but I’m eighteen years old. I’m not to particular fond of computers or the internet, but I enjoy this opportunity to share my writing a.. more..Writing
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