TEMPLAR
The holy knights of
England’s yore
Are needed now, more
than ever before.
To help the sick,
the old, the poor,
Their Christ blades
honed for evermore.
***
Gleaming links of
mail, all blows to stem,
The bloodied banner
of St George will rise again.
Sir Beauchamp and
his retinue, we revere them,
This ailing Albion,
our Jerusalem.
***
Our politicians
think it a right,
To feather their
nests, never contrite.
Their dark deeds
done out of sight,
Please deny them oh
ancient Templar Knight.
***
We’re in a land of
us and them,
We’re facing a New
Jerusalem.
Our sacred Isle, our
Lords rare gem.
Knights of
Templar... You must rise again.
Phil Hall March 2013
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