tonger

cut from the local newspaper

"God fan wrâld en alter,
Slaan acht op ús geskriem,
ús lieders binn’ net al te,
it libben wurdt fergriemd;
de dikke beurs hat honger,
it domme praat is baas,
fergun ús wer jo tonger,
ferlos ús fan’t geblaas".

first part of a poem by Eppie Dam from the new book "Giftige Simmer". (For the people who can't read it its in Frisian).

Its based on a poem of Chesterton that follows under.

O God of earth and altar, bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter, our people drift and die;
The walls of gold entomb us, the swords of scorn divide;
Take not Thy thunder from us, but take away our pride.

From all that terror teaches, from lies of tongue and pen,
From all the easy speeches that comfort cruel men;
From sale and profanation of honor and the sword;
From sleep and from damnation, deliver us, good Lord!

Tie in a living tether, the prince and priest and thrall;
Bind all our lives together, smite us and save us all;
In ire and exultation aflame with faith and free,
Lift up a living nation, a single sword to Thee.