RICHARD III

A Poem by Raymond Pratt

Some observations on a much maligned Plantagenet.

I am Richard the Third,
Last of the Plantagenets:
Come rally my standard, men!
Feint to my right!
Our White Rose of York
Has been wronged!

Lancastrian lies abound
Of murderous intent.
Say they of royal honor,
I slaughter my kinsfolk,
Child princes in chains:
How so, am I not strong?

I am Richard the Third
And last of my lineage:
Pierced thro' and pole-axed
On Bosworth's green fields.
How now, a priory for kings?
Inter me where I belong

Raymond Pratt

© 2017 Raymond Pratt

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Raymond Pratt

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I am Irish born and also of Louisiana heritage. I am working towards getting an M.Litt. in poetry, hopefully at Stirling University. I write in English, Irish Gaelic and Spanish. I am about to self-pu.. more..

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