100 Years Project Anthology

You don’t get trained to be a king
But in every area, I lacked.
Oh, how I wish I knew
How to strategise or handle the economy
But all I was given was a piece of advice;
“You mustn’t run, fail or flee.”
I wish I was one of them,
Full of passion; they know what they want.
But here I am, rotting alone in this cell,
Soon I will hear their deafening stomp.
The stampede of the French force
Poorly equipped, but exceptionally strong.
Their numbers were overpowering,
Their hatred and pain, an unsung song.
Their music, so powerful,
And often overlooked.
Used as a tool in this rising
Their words controlled and shook.