THE EMBERS OF EUROPE ARE DYING

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The Embers of Europe are dying,

The phoenix is sleeping in peace,

But no rest for the peoples of Europe,

The nations that bankers must fleece;

No peace from political traitors,

There’s never respite from their wars;

The Embers of Europe are dying,

Invaders are kicking its doors.

The flickering flames of revival,

Snuffed out by the treacherous few,

Curtains are falling in Europe,

Poisoned by media’s brew,

Snared by the tricks of the plotter,

Corrupted by men bearing gold,

As the darkness descends upon Europe,

The embers are fast-growing cold.

The Embers of Europe are dying,

Now who shall breathe life into flame?

The beacons once lit by its saviour,

Who mustn’t be mentioned by name?

His beacon is still shining brightly,

A signal that shows us the way,

The Embers of Europe will flicker,

If true men will enter the fray.

Michael Walsh Forbidden Poetry