Hood the robin
blind his eyes
as roles reverse
shaming his legacy
steal from the poor
give to the rich
strength to the power
oppressing the masses
Prince John lives on
and Nottingham grew
covering a globe
with many sheriffs
the myth has left us
in our time of need
a shortage of merry men
brings sadness to all
beware the waking
as times get worse
the masses may have less
but not in numbers
remember Sir Robin
how he became the Hood
another case foreclosure
as power ran amok
will we see a revival
of the prince of thieves
rising to fight injustice?
time to look for arrows
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
I call to you all, reading this...do we not believe now is always the time for such chivalry? for such bravery? for such chutpah? Why now? I think it has already begun and those who join bandwagons will join when urged. Many will imagine 'they' are the hooded one, but in fact, the hooded ones are out there. Please find them. Be their merry men, their Marian, et al...
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