Bob and Alex Eichen
The Banner Knight I - Poem by Bob and Alex Eichen
The Banner night would rise each day
and kill one thousand men.
He'd eat his dinner, kneel to pray,
then lay down to bed.
And next day when he'd rise,
he'd march out on the plane,
He'd take his trusty axe in hand,
and do it all again.
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