The final march (Metaphorical)

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The soldiers all lined up
Ready for their final march
This march shall decide their fate
Whether they win or die today

But no worries brave soldiers
You shall rise from death again
Prepare yourself to immortality
Reach the final march again

The little squires eager to watch
And learn from their ancestors
Jumping and excited so much
To watch the final march again

The preachers and saints all ready
To support their pupils all the way
The soldiers seek their blessings 
To begin the final march again

Blow the horns and conch-shells!
The final march has begun.
One shall win, Other shall die
The final march ends again. 

This poem was actually written by me today while I was in the class alone leaving the field where the final trials for the Krida Mahotstav (Sports Tournament) was going on

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This poem was actually written by me today while I was in the class alone leaving the field where the final trials for the Krida Mahotstav (Sports Tournament) was going on. And I dont I just went with the first stanza and the poem just formed itself. 

This is the one of 2 metaphorical poems I have written. Comment the metaphors if you can spot them out. 

But remember again this is on sports. 

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Your poetess
Shreejita (Dhriya)

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