052210b Reason To Live Poem by Manonton Dalan

glitters from metal shields
can be send from two miles
waving dusty flags as well
half of them so weak to walk
casting their unwanted weights
keep on going to march of death

swift horseman shouts for commands
'my lord plunge thy sword to my heart'
a scream from fallen servant; begging
he reach down and he give him a drink
'die with pride; your passage to heaven'
'thanks my lord; my lord death is certain'