Died for - North of the Ramparts’(to an old tune) <br /> <br />We fought for Mulberry Springs <br />Die now for Garlic River. <br />Wash our swords in Parthian Seas, <br />Feed our mounts on T’ien Shan snows. <br />Thousands of miles to and fro. <br />The Three Armies tired and old. <br />These Huns kill instead of ploughing, <br />Sow white bones in desert sand. <br />Ch’in built the Great Wall. <br />Han keeps the bright beacons. <br />These fires never die. <br />These wars never end. <br />Hand to hand we fight and fail, <br />Horses screaming to the skies. <br />Kites and crows pick at our flesh <br />Perch on dead trees with our dead. <br />We paint the grasses red, <br />Because our General had a plan. <br />The sword I say’s an evil thing. <br />A wise man keeps it from his hand.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-fought-for-south-of-the-walls/
