History Lessons

"They tell us, Sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when will we be stronger? Gentlemen may cry peace, peace- but there is no peace. I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death."

I should have known I was in trouble when I first read your name,
Patrick Henry.
In your stubbornness I saw confidence,
in your arrogance, pride.
They tell me, sir, that I am weak
to love you charismatic fools,
when will I be stronger?

I would have loved you,
Patrick Henry,
a moth to your flame.
More showman than gentleman,
unwilling to compromise
no soft words will sway you, no soft arms will give you pause,
your most formidable adversary is yourself
and I could never save you.

When I first read your words, your brash ideals,
I did not know you were my type,
Patrick Henry,
but still your speeches stirred me;
my only course now to follow you fierce fighters, fiery actors,
my heart fed to fuel your passions.
I would cry peace, peace,
but there is no peace in being at your side.