This time for land or gold or oil:
Again, they're off into the fray.
Despite a world in stark turmoil,
You still expect a brief soiree,
And see no harm in what they say.
So proud you are thou warrior,
I care not what you think today.
Not long, and you will hate this war.
With evil talk of blood and soil,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem