Here you will find the Poem Captain William Bligh of poet Rex Ingamells
Look for an iron soul to bear the piled anathema of time, to take, without abjectness, scorn of every human rout, colossal though by all the world defiled! Discovering such in Bligh, instruct your child in burning shame that one man, walled about with rigid purpose, so should feel the flout of History?s rogues through Legend running wild. The suffering soul of Bligh bends not to shame but, as sand-heavy hills wait greening grass, hoists high the lie till truth shall square the score. His soul is innocent. Watch! It will flame, superb, when gritty storms of falsehood pass, and, by humanity, will, tower the more.
