Am I born to live
And breathe the air?
Or born to die
In battle wear?
Three hundred of us
Three million of them
And still I am fighting
at the hot gates of death
Hatred is devouring
Our minds and skin
Am I right or wrong?
To fight my kin
Violence and death
Are not sweet but atrocious
Must I fight my own child
Must I be so ferocious?
I am seeking the glory
The glory of war
Yet a war against one's own blood
Is glorious no more
Is there a difference
Between us and them?
Are we different
Or are we the same?
Are we all humans
Poisoned by fame?
Am I fighting an army
Of friends and kin
Or Traitors and foes?
Of Persians or Greeks?
nobody knows
Three hundred of us
Three million of them
And still I am fighting
At the hot gates of death
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Legend of the Three Hundred
PoesíaLegend of the Three Hundred is about the battle of Thermopylae where famously 300 Spartan hoplites resisted against the military advances of the Persian Empire (headed by Xerxes) in the 5th century B.C. It is to note that there were more troops figh...
