THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).
THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL
THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.
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The earth is hushed, a silent chill
Serene and blushed ~ so calm and still.
When nought is heard and nought is said,
And no more wars for we\'re all dead.
I\'ll fight you in the morning
At Hastings by the sea;
I\'ll fight you without warning,
May my god be with me.
I\'ll battle here at battle,
By hell! I\'ll take you on,
You\'ll hear my sabre rattle
And see my rivals gone.
I\'ll fight you here at Waterloo
For I have cannons now;
I\'ll take all comers, two by two,
My god is near, I vow.
This battlefield is not my realm
And this I now confess;
I\'ll bring my force to overwhelm
And seize it nonetheless.
I\'ll fight, in Flanders\' fields, the foe
I\'ve sworn a deadly oath;
I\'ll fight you where the poppies grow,
My god created both.
I\'ll chase you back where you belong
And kill some on the way;
I\'ll do it, be it right or wrong,
I\'ll win this bloody day.
I\'ll fight you here above the trees
As I have learned to fly;
I\'ll bring your army to its knees,
You\'ll see! my god and I.
I\'ll smother you in fire and flame,
I\'ll bomb you from the air;
I\'ll ravage you, it\'s all the same,
My god and I don\'t care.
I\'ll fight you here in paradise,
You\'re sure to get here soon;
Crusading where it\'s twice as nice,
I\'ll dance my battle tune.
I\'ll blitz you till you turn to sand
And ebb you with the tide;
And I will sit at his right hand,
For God is on my side.
ASJ