Poetry slam (or close enough)

[Mr.Obvious]

So, what's this thread about?

Jack and I had a conversation in Slack, a while back now.
I remember we both thought it would be cool to have a poetry  thread in which people can recite their own (or anybody else's) poetry.
Originally she was going to start it off, and I promised I'd jump in once she'd made a thread. But I think we both kind of forgot about it for a while.

Well... No time like the present:






Written text:

We are Goliath

I know it's a tale told to boys by their mothers
yet find myself lost in the legend of Druon Antigoon
who paid the selfsame toll he exacted onto others
when the brave hero Brabo faced him all alone.
A clash worthy of the biblical David and Goliath
over the waters of the Scheldt; calm but treacherous,
where karma unleashed it's unrivaled and ironic wrath
when the roman held his prize overhead, victorious.
Like Atlas it was a world that he carried and showed;
there he held the hand that had taken so many of it's kin
and had thrown them in the cold river to be swallowed
all for greed, 't was the giant's determinately deadly sin.

A lie that showed Belgians to be the bravest of any Gaul
and that large foes can be overcome without exception
as long as one fights hard and carries a pure, noble soul.
At the saga's core; any dwarf can conquer the leviathan
and the wicked shall never escape their just deserts.
When I was but a small child this story brought me awe.
But as an adult pondering it over; it only disconcerts.
For our history lies before me like a never-ending jigsaw
leading up to a well-deserved yet worrisome threat
when we cast aside Brabo's intention in favor of evil.
I sit at home, waiting for karma to come collect a debt
for all the helpless hands that we took in Leopoldville.