Queen of ancient Britons, on the highway,
Knew the way to put herself around;
Told her subjects, "Now we'll do it my way",
Scythed the opposition to the ground.
Colchester and London fell before her,
Then St Albans toppled at her sight,
But at last the Romans' fixed formations
Put a sorry end to freedom's fight.
Standing proud and awesome in her carriage,
Symbol of relentless righteous rage,
Now in bronze she still proclaims the challenge,
"Liberty or Death" from age to age.
© 1991 JOS