A poem about a man named 'Prince Orange' for the Writer's Cramp |
All are overwhelmed by fear He remained there alone Fearing of none, God is with him Facing tyrants till death, that’s his promise Prince Orange, are you still? On your faith about justice Didn’t all who had left you here? Make you retrograde from your goals Alone, he continued his way Struggling to reach salvation Battles, he long had faced and is still facing Winner or loser, he keeps his morals Where have you reached Prince Orange? Have all your plans gone well? Or depression is now your port Have you accomplished what you’ve worked for? He keeps up going on, not caring for who stands by These are his principles, and that’s all what stand For deep inside, he believe he'll be awarded In his life or after death, people will remember him Is this what you are aiming for? A memory from who comes after A word that praises or just gives you right So that forever you'll live in others conscience He prays for peace and love for his fellow citizens His land is great, and that what makes him strong In spite of sufferings, he'll still survive One day they’ll say: 'He died for his kingdom's sake' But tell us Prince Orange, won't you stop? A day after everything decays When shadows beset and conscious is dead! When you keep alone where nobody hears! He'll never be alone, for good will never end As long as there is life on earth There will remain some goodness around To secure life and regain faith of land Will you remain the voice? When everyone keep silent! Will you remain the truth? When nothing is there but lies! |