Large dark clouds gathered on the skyline,
time for battle plans to be design.
Leaders send there soldiers away to fight the fight,
leaving them at which doesn't seem so right.
What happen to the kings and leaders that rode into battle with his men? Back when honor had meaning.
When kings weren't afraid to pick up a sword,
why have these honors been sweep away under the battle board.
Where did all the heroes go?
Can't we go back in time and bring back the honor before we all fall,
we need to break down the wall.
We can't let our history come to a crawl.
we need a hero to bring back the glory,
and write a real victory story.
September.11,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem