Sworn enemies, swords drawn,
In this battlefield, I am, but just a pawn.
Each side convinced, its on the side of Dharma,
To fight with equanimity, is my Karma.
Each morning begins, with josh and energy,
I fight for my brothers, not for state or clergy.
The monster across, the enemy line,
If I could get him soon, all would be fine.
As night sets in, and ceasefire declared,
Is he dead or alive, I must have cared.
For I went into the Land, where No Man goes,
And on his bleeding dead body, I placed a white rose.
If I see you in the daytime, I swear I'll kill,
To face you in the night, is a task uphill.
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