Invasion Poem by Timber Koleden

Do you not feel it, this anger?
A fire is burning in my heart.
After all these years, now the danger?
Yes, I will rage, rage in the dying light.
For even now the night is falling.
The flags sway limply in the breeze.
The storm is thundering, the waves calling.
For night is coming; it sets over my nation.
The fire that once burned so brightly is dying.
Yes, I will rage in this final revelation.
For I will not bow on the sunless day.