A Josephite Remembers

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Dedicated to all Josephites of all stripes, everywhere and at any time, both the old who bled in the great struggle and the young blood which struggles now.

 

 

A Josephite Remembers

 

My eyes see yours hung upon the wall,

So do you see me and judge your servant?

My emperor, for whom I bled and cried

See these marks upon this mortal's flesh

See them burn as grass and hurt with pride

As the terrors within my mind grow fresh.

 

My heart still burns for you!

Man of letters, philosopher-emperor,

I serve you still in ideals, with mind 

And I uphold your wisdom so sweet

Though in times I weep, as man is blind 

I weep the most for your defeat.

 

Do not judge harshly, I serve my best 

But I am but a man, and a man forgets.

 

 

 

Written by the royal poet

Dietrich van Jungingen

-Writer and Philosopher-

 

 

 

 

 

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