Here's part of a poem that I wrote a long time ago.
The cry of war ravaged the state,
From mansions mighty to huts humble.
'To war, to war, to war' the cry,
For every brick with it did tremble.
By scores of hundreds did men gather
To defend and protect their motherland dear.
For the vile enemies had come invading
And them nor death, did any man fear.
In time an army mighty stood,
Its soldiers lined in discipline brave.
Rosy glory or the stony grave,
Either was better to living a slave!
And the fateful day did soon arrive
When the armies waited on either side.
The thunderous silence pierced the air
And mortal fear one's manly pride.
None did notice the breeze that blew,
None gave ear to the birds a'singing.
In each mind sprang frenzied foreboding
Each did wish that he be but dreaming.
The signal given, the armies clashed;
Confusion, rage and infernal cries.
Blood throughout was strewn, alas!
Did hell break loose, but in a trice?
