Axis & Allies - damowords

American Revolution
Liberty is the watchword of the wise,
The breeding‐ground of modern progression,
But skeleton keys fall not from the skies,
Freedom rarely won without agression;
Paul Revere peers
Thro hazy salmon sun,
The enemy appears, rebellion begun.
ʺ... are coming, the British are coming!ʺ
The militiamen bare arms,
Run toward that rythmic drumming
Thro the thickets & the farms,
Soon the redcoats boasts sent shtumming
& when the battle clams,
The township of Concord all smoke & flame ‐
Old world, new world, its all the bloody same.
Upon the field the soft flutes playʹd
Amid the broken spears,
Thro deathʹs parade the widow made
A well from all their tears,
When born from such beginnings liberty must bleed for years.
New York
1775
Liberty Bell
Green Mountain Boys are surrounding Boston
Storming hapless Fort Ticonderuga,
An army rallies round George Washington
& his De Wessyngton insignia,
Those sparks & bars
Of English heraldry
Become the stripes & stars of native liberty.
Marion, a dashing Frenchman,
Shared hatred for Britannia,
Midst the humid vegetation,
Of deep South Carolina
Taught war to the American,
‘Swamp Fox’ his moniker,
Star of a transatlantic story wrung
By men whose blood from warring Europe sprung.
As the fetterless bell echoes,
Restless grew a nation
To smite their foes, to great applause,
Read the declaration ‐
As each man signed he headlong plunged… death or
liberation.
Philadelpha
1776