Undying
How can you fear death, when you know
the land which makes river of your destiny, with its
vast fields, streams, and beauteous trees, require
your fair sacrifice.
You fear not to die in enemy's hands, which you've already conquered
with heroic symphony heard across the globe, sufficient valor to
last a century.
They may bomb and raid your cities
but can never conquer them -- perhaps they know that now and
one day will beg you for forgiveness.
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