There is no doubt our emperor is proud of us.
Each victory we have gained against Russia has been glorious.
Yes, our Empire has been rising like the sun.
Such large territories in China are what we have won.
The Russian ships have suffered ignominious defeat.
Their tsar has no choice but to call out his Baltic fleet.
We inflicted a crushing defeat on them at Mukden.
My comrades and I cannot wait to do it again.
The Russians must sail to Vladivostok before it is too late.
The shortest way to get there is through the Tsushima strait.
That is where our ships will stay and wait.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2020