War Cry
It's in the air, As plain as can be!
The smell of injustice, Of...uncertain victory.
Nothing goes unnoticed, Eye's dart around,
Adrenalin raising, From Beneath the ground.
Waiting in anticipation, For something comes,
Readying the will, We will not bow down.
Not know who? Or where from?
The unmistakable smell, Of what's to come.
Ready the body, The mind will soon follow.
Through all pain barriers, We must travel.
For warriors we are, Within our own rights,
We will not lay down, We will stand to fight.
Soldiers will come, Soldiers may go,
But one thing remains, To the victor the spoils go.
You can't run, You have nowhere to hide.
Incarcerated in cage, For prisoners we all are.
Rimataka prison be the name,
2007 be the year,
We wait here in silence,
For the mighty war cry... We Prepare.
M.Mahauariki © 2007
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