Standing alone on the battlefield
Devoid of the weapons warriors and
all
Tired wounded and desperate too
The gloomy scent of defeat descends
Valor and pride drain away
The shadow of failure is growing long
One by one the senses go numb
The sharp and piercing war cries die
With fellow men -wounded and dead,
Weapons deadly are now scattered scrap
Staggering in fatigued and swagger mode
Still trying in vain against the ferocious
enemy hoard
The battle attires a tattered shroud
In failure all that you earned is
lost
The men you trusted and prided about
the weapons you always flaunted a
lot
Reduced to the state of a tramp on
the street
whom even the God of death does not
greet
standing alone, lost and forgone in battlefield
Fleeting flashes of the glorious past
The battles won are tales of the
past
The glory and grandiose are razed to
dust
Then the bugles and drums
The cheering crowd and the
victorious sounds
The marching men and the cheering
crowd
Then a lightning flash and thunderous
blast
A flashing pain
And that’s the end
The life by the swords
Is death by the swords
Wisest of the Wiseman’s words
The life of a fighter and a fighter
cock
Raised and trained with ceremonious care
But ends on the war field – brutally
painful and unceremonious Too
After the war the mortal remains
The respects rituals and ceremonies
done
Is all that worth the life that was lost!!!
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