Vision of the Eagle
(Connor Kenway)
3-7-13 to 3-10-13

Each day I live I've seen many die,
For the will of another did they defy.
Masking my own grief I trudged ahead,

To a path I was meant to be led.
Each day I observe the tenacity of those who fight,
To boast to the Motherland of their own might.

Cease all grief and endure the pain,
Because freedom's foundations have already been lain.
Eliminate the tyranny cloaked in red,

Otherwise oppression will soon arrive in its stead.
Should the wraiths in crimson succeed,
No more peace for my people- it has been decreed.

Should I fail the mission I've been granted,
The seeds of sorrow shall be implanted.
So long as I give the colonists aid,

Perhaps a truce with my people shall be made.
Freedom IS peace,
Yet the more I observe does this belief decrease.

Cease all grief and endure the pain,
Because freedom's foundations have already been lain.
Eliminate the Cross cloaked in red,

Otherwise oppression will soon arrive in its stead.
My father shall be one of those to leave this earth,
And travel the realms of death for all it's worth.

What would Achilles have me do?
Since my hopes of reconciliation cannot be true?
Forevermore shall I fight this unending battle,

Up until I hear my own death rattle.
Maybe then I shall feel once more my mother's embrace,
But for now I have an enemy to face.

Cease all grief and endure the pain,
Because freedom's foundations have already been lain.
Eliminate the tyranny cloaked in red,

Otherwise oppression will soon arrive in its stead.