By Scott Bailey © 2015
This is my tithe
The part of my life
That I give to my lord
To survive
My uses are his
My flesh and my blood
So I am here
On this field
Shoulder to shoulder
With my fellow men
Shields edge to edge
Spears raised
For the right to go on
Feed my wife and my son
To stave hunger away
One more year
Death faces us down
With it’s bloodstained gown
As the line ahead draws
Ever closer
The enemy jeers
Clashing their spears
Moving their wall
Close to ours
And I see in their eyes
They are bound by their tithes
To kill for their lord
Just like me

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What a wonderful way of interpreting the concept of a tithe. Perhaps another book about poems would come inhand for people like me who do not understand poems.
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Many thanks – its been well received this one :-). I wouldn’t be the one to write a book on poetry though, I am like Jon Snow when it come to that – I know nothing. I just write what I enjoy to write and if other’s like it that’s great.
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Yes we are all the same
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