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Swing low sweet chariot
carrying hopes and dreams
of broken promises and past dreadful scenes
iron heart lady of royal descent,
weight of our tribe on your fair shoulders
we must smolder those that scold us
gleaming red hair
our strength is in your love
with little armor
to weigh us down
from clouds above
they want our land
they will take our happiness
little do they know
it's hidden within us
they parade golden eagles
and glimmer in the sun from far away
they think they can rid us
we are here to stay
broken treaties
peace is awry
in dust forgotten
where our trust ley
blistering skin
admirable devotion
where off to Londinium
to cause a commotion
demote a general
off with his head
burning flames shall follow
behind where we tread
just look at what we achieved
we did so well
we fought for our rights
we did not dwell
today we have bled
id do it again
their tactics methodical
each thrust strategic
to you,
my sword was always yours
never lent
for you only
my knees bent
but with everything comes to an end
with all our might,
for our people, we did defend
down did their towns crumble
under the weight of our strength
Camulodunum, Verulamium. first went
Watling street where our fates met
I look at you now with a smile on my face
we died with honor
made it out this mortal place
we hold you high with the greatest grace.
© 2/3/2021 Aiden Taylor
I have always admired Bouddica so I wrote this for her
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