THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT
Winter’s death has come, laid bare the trees,
Withered the grass, fallen all the leaves.
Gone the blazing days of summer’s glory,
Gone the fruitful days of autumn’s bounty.
Amidst great boasting, scorn and derision,
Failed this great land’s law – a tyrant has arisen.
Against our nation’s pillage and devastations
That have brought to ruin ancient nations,
The lies and tyranny have begun,
Across the land, unite our voices into one.
These are the days that will test our mettle,
Separate the dross within this seething kettle.
When the bitter cold night is at its darkest,
A candle’s tiny flame burns the brightest.