“Staples of a Black Warrior” by DIDDY
On foot, with rules we were going to call a truce
With Grumpy shoes on earthened hills, and sophisticated kills
We relieve the memories of harkened terror and into darkened mirror, we see.
Rough patches of laced wounds, a land were men ruled
Horrible, vile stemmed fear- we were not going to relent
On ancient creed and promise keeps , we head to the hills to see the feast ….we were going to kill
From the mountains surrounded us great hunky men, fearless and hungered.
As though, we were prey ….blast of guns wrenched the air , we drenched in sweat
They seemed very gracious, who were we to go on hallowed grounds.
Why do we seek the light of the darkness?
Why do we draw nearer to fumbled voices, subdued forces , and trampled choices.
Who were we to crave the dotted buckles, let the hills to themselves
But we swore with our hands to the gods unto our wives and Mothers we would protect our land.
We have come that we would .
Rugged voices, in sharp cries of mundane corpses.
Like of rolled foils, they came through, red faced.
We knew we would not go just next .
Suddenly Bareles, Foremost commander…..fell on his face.
I knew I didn’t hear a shot ….
No more a loud one
Then we looked up at these men of unknown sizes,
No!!!!!! Not a single weapon
Dinner was served!
The smiles on those ugly faces told us we …..
Would be in the rain .