RISE UP! (Poem)

RISE UP!

Ecen of East rip back thae fears, repressed nae worthless men of years.

Spare eyes to give my daughter spawn, shed thought from now till up the dawn.

Born of wind, equine hearts crushed vile in contemptuous dispute.

RISE UP!

Ecen, bring aside tha melted shear, burnt to hone their killing spear.

Briton Trinovant, one shared pain, in father’s sight we reclaim.

Whip on wheel, while eyes to Mona West, rip quiet souls from chest.

RISE UP!