Blood And Blossom: Poem by Himanshu Dada

I can taste the sand,

Better warriors lie dead,

The soothing winds are heavy now,

The blossom trees are dry,

We march with loud war cry,

Outnumbered by Mongols,

We still fight with dignity,

For our land is divine,

The island is invaded now,

And my sword is chipped,

Quiver is empty,

Will I be remembered as a coward

Or forgotten quietly,

Foxes used to roam here,

With farmers ready to reap,

Will the island have old glory,

Or will it be plundered and left to weep

I have to fight another day,

Or hara-kiri is the only way,

I must get up now,

There will be sunshine again,

The land of Samurai,

Cant be left to vain,

The rivers will show me the way,

For now, I will endure the pain,

There is glory I can see,