Over Waterloo Relics Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

The green grass grows, 'tis scenery everywhere,
Underneath are soldiers fallen century's fertilizer.
The gallant heroes of bygone days now mere clay,
No names carved, and long blown far and away.

Armored was Napoleon, with fame but no fortune,
The man battle-wise，wet-winged in a June foreign.
Martyrs buried, servants of his ambition aglow,
Though heroes brave, they did make a great show.

Fate was iron-cold and vain was all man's strife,
Curtain on and curtain off, about the desperate life.
Failure now a topic for leisure, about this Conquer-All,
When some say: look！He is ridiculous, and is not tall.

Alas, many a life was wasted in flame, causing gloom,
In search for fame undying, only to find many a tomb.

-Poem by Petite (Ning Hsin-erh)