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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

The Catapults

What I tell of is a tragedy that comes from reality
It sure holds some gravity,
As each syllable is uttered, my mind gets some more clarity

The troops were ready,
The horns were steady
The spears were so fierce,
With flesh to be seared
Gold plated armors
No more did they look- ordinary farmers
And just so you know,
It’s not a brainstormer

The general had shouted,
The armies had mounted
Few even now were wounded
The faces were clenched
Soon the whole place would be - scarlet drenched
The armies were face to face
Each wanted to smash other with his mace
There were Towns to be razed
Leave behind no trace,
Of any living race

It’s hard to understand
Which part of earth is their homeland?
It’s becoming a trend,
To outstand,
The enemies that go out of hand
The swords of knights shone like the angry sun
And soon outshone the original one
Within minutes the damage was done

The steeds neighed over corpse strewn mud
Then there came a joyous flood with prized studs
Rejoicing the victory over the blood