A Tribute

“The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous”



Vividly the guy fawkes mask is now a famous emblem in today’s pop culture, The mask portrays a white face with a subtle smile, a wide moustache upturned at both ends, and a thin vertical pointed beard. It is often accompanied by a black cape and a black conical hat.

The Guy Fawkes mask has now become a common brand and a convenient placard to use in protest against tyranny – and I’m happy with people using it, it seems quite unique, an icon of popular culture being used this way.


Almost 3 years ago when I was enticed by the novel, movie and the facts revealing the core values of why this came out to a light; I have wrote a tribute to (V) and i called it (Verocious)


A tribute…




Well…how can I describe him?


He might just be a prisoner.

However, I strongly believe he is much more than that.


He can be described as a northern star I suppose. The one bright light that guides all the lost people.


Or just maybe he is more like that Statue of Rodes. Strong, fearless, a beacon of friendship and hope yet has the strength and might of the gods.




He’s someone who trotted through the bogs and dense forest to get where he is, even when no family would stand behind him. Maybe that makes him a soldier.


He can capture beauty and hold it for eternity in a photograph. Does this make him Picasso?




I can’t begin to describe who that man is to the world.

The world is a large place after all. It’s full of love, hate, religion, politics, and poets (hidden among them all, of course).



But to me, the simple man…


He is more of a fortress.

A wise teacher; A father; A friend; A structure.

Not to be confused with a building.



He’s who I hope to be.

He’s the V of Vendetta that Parliament fears.

This could make him an Idea that will for taled for eternity.


But in the simplest form,

A human.

A Black President in the making: Not an oxymoron anymore.




Much like Shakespeare I must say.

His leaves have began to fall

His student’s will spread.


But now listen here,

Because a bell has began to ring.

Murmurs and mumblings in the air.

Keep Listening.

Can you hear it?




(By the power of Truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe)






 The famous speech in typography 🙂




~A spoken word is a moment. A written word is eternal~


Moe R.