Why not redo the past?
Because we learned from others wrong deeds,
That when we're in chains at last,
The Patriots are willing to bleed.
I feel so weak,
After reading of heroic feats,
Done by men covered in bloody streaks,
So you could sleep safely under your silken sheets.
Not all are meant to be warriors,
We could use more medics,
But I'll stand on the Frontline,
With pen in this hand of mine,
For it is as a warrior poet I would want to Die!
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