Lamentation of a Warrior Poet
Many a warrior came charging up the hill
Drawing their swords and spears, driven by their own will
The shadows over hill shall grievingly foretell
The glorious event of battle, the sound, the smell
A tale of valor and sacrifice
Screening and whispering to death entice
Rattle a chain unleashing beasts on the field
The will-driven fellows embraced their enemy's dreadful deed
Blood immensely shed, dust aroused, scent of death filled the air
No feeling, no loos, for a battle fought out of despair
Flap thi wings Angels os Dark
For the fault of he whom ignited the spark
Homeland fragile, for peace they strive
A king of no land, against which, contrive
A. Dead citizen, one wounded, another to shriek
All about top fade away by the river side streak
Strike upon opponent, make the land throng
Leash thi anger, imply wit, and be strong
Many a men claimed quotes of some strange
All in all left behind, keep out of range
Fear no more death, nor life, witness genocide
Of which the king's to: ladies, children and even the mind
What God had made, taken away by force
Neo-civilization rebuilding, is thi course
Forget no massacre, forgive the deed
Entirely aiming to preserve that dying breed
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