March in step
row by row
noble men sent to graves.
Evolution of death
from sword to gun
canon to bomb
blood in it all.
The move bravely
'fight to the last man! '
the horror never really leaves.
Screams travel up to heaven
but stay in Nagasaki nightmares
for who so can forget
the fallen and what has been lost.
Go with honor
a false bushido
do not be scared.
We say we are on the Crusade for peace
and you will fight and become some sort of hero
take up your arms
led like lambs to brotherly slaughter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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