The Patriot

Desperate Times
Desperate Measures.
I, a soldier and scholar
A man of independent means
Beholden to no man
Shall see it done.

Who are these Protestants?
What doth they protest?
Are they not Christians?
Do they not profess the true faith
And if so
Wherefore do they defy
The Holy See
With what temerity
Do they presume
To countermand the edicts
Of the Lord’s great Rock
On earth?

Methinks,
Our troubles began with the New World.
God granted Spain a boon
For her expulsion of the Mahomettan.
Wealth and power
Such as the world had never seen before.
The Borgia pope did grant
His loyal servant and compatriot
All this world
To share with sister Portugal.
The great Emperor Charles
Was then master of the greater part of the world.
But savage greed did then uprear her head.
Not content with her good Christian order
The German states rose in Rebellion
And then Henry here in England
All for greed of new world spoil.
Pirates sailed the seas
In prey of Spanish bounty
Our own most famous, Walter Raleigh
The pirate rose on high.
And when Phillip tried to stem the tide
When his Armada, divinely justified
By treachery and piracy was wrecked
Why, all poor Christian men
Of the True Faith were suspect.

Now, the halter and the hangman
Lie in wait for good Catholic men
Like highwaymen
They plunder
Gold and Silver
To augment the Royal treasure
That does naught but feed our foe.

I shall put an end to it.
At one stroke it shall be done
No government
There shall be none
Our course is just
And cannot be lost.

God protects those who love him
Since the time of Abraham
We need fear no recrimination
As bringers of salvation.

I see it now
A great explosive commotion
Akin to the destruction of Sodom
A divine retribution
For the evil they have done.
Fire and brimstone
They shall feed on
Who have sacrificed the Kingdom
Their own hope of ressurection
Now is gone.

© Copyright Jerome Raymond Kraus 2005