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( a “Piece of Eight” poem)

Assaulted I lie, still on deck.
This sordid fight might best me yet.
The crossed sword brings close the grey tide.
My strongest words seen cast aside
by those Holy Lords of pretend
who would me hang by cords distend
and see rewarded my sore deed.
I think not! I’ll stand by freedom’s creed.