After I went home from school, I wrote this poem before I went to bed the same day I wrote poem number eight (“Losing”). It also has the same concept like the former poem, but I imbibed the feeling of war in it to make it look like ancient or medieval in tone.
IX
TO WAR
Stand! Our women are rejoicing
Let’s take our bow and shield and sword
Stand! Our women are exalting
And conquer ev’ry troop and horde
Charge! Our women are all singing
Let’s crush the walls of history
Charge! Our women are all dancing
Let’s win this for our victory
Hold! Our women are all shaking
The en’my overtook the race
Hold! Our women are all trembling
We can’t afford to lose our face
Fall! Our women are all crying
Our hands were soaked in blood and pain
Fall! Our women are all crying
We did our best, but all’s in vain
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
