Here I now sit
After the devastating war
Soldiers were hit
Freedom is what they died for.
The soldiers are all dead
I, the general, am alone
With all the stories said
I feel hard as a stone.
There’s something I lack
I feel that I lost
I cannot pay back
That valuable cost
They call this outcome victory
But I don’t see why
They say this is honored history
But that is a lie.
Am I worthy?
Of being worshiped?
The only wound that hurt me
Was when I had tripped
Soldiers are the real heroes
Who died for their country
Their audacity shows
That I was a baby
Here I now sit
Having no wit
Here I lay
With all the vicissitudes of the day
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