Thousand of soldiers, deeply devout,
Their chances to live are extremely dire.
The warring starts with a single shout,
Fighting the enemy with furious ire.
Swords clash and metal rings
As soldiers die for jealous kings.
Rockets fly and dying men wail,
Hoping their comrades will finally prevail.
Bodies fall and horses die;
Morale is in short supply.
Vastly outnumbered, the soldiers sing
And pray and hope for better things.
Kings fight wars with other men’s lives,
And make widows of women who used to be wives.
Blood stains the ground,
As fallen warriors lay all around.
Men fight and main and kill;
Their king’s will, they must fulfill.
Yet, when the brave warriors die,
The mighty king, he does not cry…
