Apologies to Will Shakespeare [View All]

[chaz4jazz]

Speech of King DemUnderground on St. Fitzmas Day

That they who hath no stomach to this fight,
Let them depart; their passport shall be made

And crowns for convoy put into their purse;
We would not die in their company
That fears their fellowship to die with us.

This day is call'd the feast of Fitzmas.
whoever shall outlive this day, and come safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse them at the name of Fitzmas.

They who shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast their neighbors,
And say 'Tomorrow is Saint Fitzmas.'

Then will they strip their sleeves and show their scars,
And say 'These wounds I had by Fitzmas’ day.'

Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But they'll remember what feats they did that day.

Then shall the names, familiar in their mouths as household words-
George the King, Cheney and Rove, Libby,
Rice and Miller, Powell and Rummy - traitors all,
Be in their overflowing money cups freshly rememb'red.

This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Fitz Fitzmas shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered -
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For they today that shed their blood with me
Shall be my brothers and sisters;
be they ne'er so vile as a common Repuke,
This day shall gentle their condition;
And gentlemen in Washington now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd that they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speak
Who fought with us upon Saint Fitzmas day.