For A Play - Poem

Won't really make sense if you haven't read the play Fences by August Wilson.

Open the Gates

Carry along dear Lord.
Carry along with the might of all the men.
Carry along with my Six Brothers.
I will come.

Lord of everything real and
everything imaginary.
Lord of all who stand and
All who fall.
Lord Almighty, It is time.

Time to see off the Trojan Man.
Pick him off of the fields of rye
Bring your hands to the sky and
call out to everything.
Everything that is all, and all that is everything.
It is time.

I hold my weapon of Heaven
I hold my stead.
I hold the fiber of my being.
I’ll bring it out of me.

I will Hope
I will Hope as much as I can
Oh God
The God over all that is Great;
The Mighty Being
To Give in Return of my Loyalty
Allow me to Open the Gates
For this Mortal Man.
The Trojan Man.

This Trojan Man
Is not a Trojan Man.
He is the Alexander of the Greeks
To me,
to him,
and him,
and him,
and her,
and her.
He is immortalized in our mind and hearts.

It is time send him away
Dancing along with the servants of Heaven.
Finally
Oh Finally
It is time to open the Gates.

I will lift my weapon
Like the Sword of Legend.
I will play
With the sounds of the Sea.
Dear Lord I pray to you.
Let him through the Gates.