Spartan Poem by Volodymyr Dikan

I am standing the field
At godforsaken place
And holding sword and shield
And staring at foe’s face.

There are hundreds like me
But only one first row
We are limbs of one’s tree,
We’re not afraid of blow.

I was born for this day
I’m nothing just a clay
There’s no need to pray
No one ought to replay.

I am standing the land
Still admire the cloud
I'm here now to defend
My home. I’m very proud.

I'm ready for this fight
And looking at the sun.
I'm soaking the sun light
This heat just will be gone.

Well someone’s solid arm
Is threatening my head
I can’t avoid this harm
And all is getting red.

I’m standing to the death
And not afraid to die.
I’m drawing my last breath
And looking at the sky.