Inspired by La Chanson de Roland
O, Roland, pray tell, wherefore dost thou trow
Him with no blood ties, and although behold
What thy fate be like, thou vowest a vow
To Charles the greatness, to fray past and now
For glory in vain, for nameless honour,
Which bear none at length except cinders?
Thy name perchance leaves us a glance at thee
As a hero of nation, and we too read
The epic song that praised an overtone,
Since savage speaks loud; it’s hard to atone
For deaths of rear-guards and other brothers –
Thy Highness cares none, martyrs go nowhere!
If soul of thine still dwells, repent for birth –
A slave of King – and make this doleful dirge!
[First written on 22nd June, 2015 by James; painting: Saint George by Raphael (1483-1520)]