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Magellan's Last Stand

by Razel Davies

His stand firm,
With battle ready eyes.
Proud leader,
Of men so tough.
His warriors strong,
With sharp steal.
Their march onward,
Through new lands.
To spread their spirit,
To capture other's souls.
Unstoppable force,
His zeal of might.
Magellan and his men,
To win this fight.

Upon this land,
Native warriors alone.
Primitive men,
Primitive warriors.
In the Spaniards mind,
No match for Magellan.

In the distance,
Lapu Lapu's men arise.
Chieftain of power,
And of respect.
His statue now,
Stands in Cebu.
His warrior spirit,
Arm and true.

Magellan's invading laugh,
Rings out deep.
His humour sight,
Of the island's defence.
Wooden sticks,
Of rattan build.
Little did he know,
By this he would be killed.

Upon the battle's begin,
Ease in mind of Spain.
But sticks of fury,
Escrima bone break.
Spaniard war cries,
To pain.
Pirate evil man,
Magellan slain.

Spins of wood,
Destruct ideas of conquest.
Survivors now flee,
Beaten by Escrima and Kali.

10/01/2006

Posted on 10/01/2006
Copyright © 2021 Razel Davies

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