A War Song
Tru da feelds and tru da woods,
Long and long and long dey stud.
Waitin' for us as long as dey will,
Waitin' to get dat brutal next kill.
Swettin' der best, as much as dey can,
It's hot and it's hot and it's hot in dis land.
Finally dey see, what's become of me,
But it's too layt, to ruhn to da sea.
So onward dey charge, dey charge in to be,
Da next and da next and da next one like me.
So wat do you tink,
Wud you no what to do?
Go befor' it's too layt,
And run too da sea.
Don't en' up, like por ol' me.
Inspired by: "A Death Song" by: Paul Laurence Dunbar
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