By war blinded..
On and on they marched..
One an all prepared to die..
By one hope binded,
To hold victory an drag it home..
They marched
decieved that war was bravery, a lie
They sang 'heave...ho'
And paddled asea
Craving to slay one an every enemy or foe
They laughed and joked at their wives' plea..
That peace was brave..not war
In dark of the night,
When the crispy breeze was naked and coldest.
They drank and planned how the war to fight
Aiming to come out history's greatest
They laughed and played,
And sharpened swords,
They sang, they cursed,
They drank and said..
'Cursed be our foes'.. Aye! They fumbled with words
They ate, they prepared,
While asea, they were goodly fed
'Shore! Shore! ' Their drunk lips shouted
Unto their feet they sprouted..
Jumped ashore.. in haste..
Off their boats..
With swords mortal blood to taste..
And mortal necks to slay like goats
Boom! ...
Silence...
Alas! They all died..
For they with strength and swords..
Aye! They were bombarded..
By enemies' modern hands..
Sworded days were gone..
Thus they all died.
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