Blacksmith Poem by Mason Maestro

As I pound a sheath of steel
I shall not fear however it might feel
For thanks to King George and his declaration
On the German's aggravation
What we're told that it was wrong
To fight they sent all the men along
And as the planes filled the sky before too long
It sounds like the iron is forging
Oh, it sounds like the iron is forging
It promises a new day ain't dawning
I've seen a thousand shades of fright
Like so many points of hatred, sadness and horror

God I want to be a man
But I don't want to die with a rifle in my hand
And as the shells are dropping from the sky
It sounds like the iron is forging
Oh, it sounds like the iron is forging
It promises a new day ain't dawning
Well nothing here looks new to me
But a score of mothers' sons
Caught between the anvils of the war machine