The Warrior's Cry

Hand me a sharpened blade, brother,
Lend me your golden shield.
Follow me now into the fight,
Our fate is not yet sealed!

Stand! Stand by my side, brother,
This day as warriors true.
Stand! Back to back my brother,
We fight, us lucky few!

We shall not die today, brother,
We shall not lose this fight.
Our battle cries, like lions' roars,
Shout courage over might!

Hand me a sharpened blade, brother,
Lend me your golden shield.
We fight! We fight today, brother!
We take the bloody field!

poem by Charles Wiles
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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