Epic poem about the queen of Icenic who led an uprising against the Roman empire in 60 or 61 AD.


Boadicea

BOADICEA
FIRST STANZA
Boadicea!
Oh Boadicea!
I mourn for you!
Since the day you left us
Our lives has been blue
To defend Britain from the Romans
You laid down your life
And saved your people from the Butcher's knife
Liberty and justice was all that you desire
And till this very day
It is your courage that we admire
You raised a mighty army
To protect us all
And then raced to serve your country at the clarion call
You commanded a large cavalry
With horsemen and spears
And you won so many victories
Which brought us joy and tears?
You avenged yourself on the beasts
Who ravished your daughters!
And for the flogging you received at the Legion's quarters
You dared to confront Caesar's javelin rain
An audacity that will someday cost you pain
And even with a long spear
You could not cheat time and fate
And you were afflicted with the manifestation of man's hate
On the day of your birth
I saw the aurora borealis
An omen that your life will be filled with tribulation and malice
But your heart remains pure and white
Like the Lily of the Valley
Shepherdess of Britain who runs around the field like a collie
Oh Boadicea! I can see the sun shining on your face
As your soul ascends to a higher place

SECOND STANZA
Oh!Boadicea!
Oh! Boadicea!
Fair queen robed in colorful tunic
Who strikes down her foes
At a speed that is supersonic
Her red hair
And piercing glare
Matched the golden necklace that she wear
She stood over 6 feet
And this caused quite a scare
From afar I can hear the songs of war
And the drums of hostilities beating
With the opening of death's door
The clanging swords
The blocking shields
Enemies fall
And some take to their heels
Heads roll
And blood flow
And at night I could see the fireflies glow
Pigs flew
As her anger grew
Determined to destroy Suetonius and his crew
Boadicea will return to take her rightful place
Over a thousand years have passed
And I can still see her on every woman's face
If to stand by one's beliefs will cost you suffering
Then you must make the necessary sacrifice
And give the desired offering
For a struggle need not end
With the demise of its leader
Because we can always chose a successor
From the branches of Cedar
And rise once again to retake our glorious land
With a sword in your hand
And united we stand
Bodicea! History will remember that courageous woman
Who wanted to be treated like every other human!
Boadicea!
Oh Boadicea!
I mourn for you!






Poetry by Olusegun Akanbi
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Written on 2011-07-06 at 00:38

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Boudicca , Queen of the Iceni tribe when her husband died ,
Wore a took around her neck ,
The King and his Queen had an understanding with the Roman
Occupiers of Britannia ,
But the Romans did like a woman homecoming a leader ,
So the local Roman Governor sent his men to tell Queen Boudicca , who's in charge , and it were not she,
They rapped her daughters and whippet oh so bad ,
Queen Boudicca , screamed for revenge ,
She lead he men in aboushing Roman lengens , this she were,
Rather good at,
Tribds ralled to her, burnt down London and Coltchester ,
The a momant of indishishan overcome her ,
She desided to listan to her men , desided too meet the Romans ,
On an open flied to do battle ,
The result 80,000 men woman children lay dead ,
Les than 20 Romans died that day ,
If only Boudicca had said to her stpupd men '' shut the damde well up! '' ,
Then maybe as like Scots tribes did , perswaded the Romams ,
To leave this land never to come bck again
Pardan me Olusegun Akanbi , I was movde to write my response to your intresting poem/story. In kind , with some informashan on Boudicca.
Ken D Williams
2012-01-11