~Believe me, the inspiration for this 'pome' was stemmed from the english literature book. 'War ?' is also a SYSTEM song, but it seemed apt here~
As you wake up to blaring horns,
In your tent at early morn’;
You feel the gut in your stomach.
You set your locks, and spread the word,
Its time for battle, for War is here.
Chariots ready, Swords drawn;
Spears taken, Armors worn;
Looking for peace to fail,
Hoping to hear of the widows’ wails;
They will be slaughtered, they will be wept,
Fear not, as they are inept;
The time has come to defend your land,
Repay each drop of blood, with your own hand;
Stand for kills, not for peace,
And you will be honored beyond belief.
It is time to stand up and
Hold your ground,
Steady yourself you’re on an ants’ mound.
Put to use of what you know;
The time of battle has arrived.
Arrived with an ugly face,
Of lies and demeaning grace;
Embrace death like your own,
Stab it through when it takes you home.
Return from war with all your glory,
Let your sword not speak of the gory;
Let your axe not speak of your heinous deeds,
For war is over-‘tis time to make merry.
