A ship of fools we sailed ahead
We sailed ahead our captain dead
Recruited each and everyone
But there were press-ganged some
To set sail on such stormy seas
To meet the foe and bring them to their knees
The captain stood where you'd expect
The first cannonade shot her dead
We sailed on through shot and shell
The blasts so close it felt like hell
The kamikazes flew about us all
And fried the rest in our fleets maul
So here we are beaten and battered hard
We had gone the whole nine yards
But to survive this brutal thing
Meant a song that now rings
They voted me the captain proud
And I was strong with orders loud
So now we sail the universe unknown
A group of pirates our flag unblown
A price on our heads we were tough
In uncharted solar systems hiding a must
So here we are the lonesome ones
Space Pirates now hunted by everyone.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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I would like to translate this poem
Going through shot and shell leaves you with deafness and tinnitus, and after the battle you find you are shouting because your eardrums have been blown out. One of the many unseen injuries of battle.