The teacher of generals
The General looked as the ground shook.
No panic as we knew what is coming
Face the enemy, the finest and cunning
We use the silence for our drumming.
Facts as spears, logic bombards the rear
The worst you will fear as ends come near.
Peace is met with peace, war comes with war
Some people will only crave more and more.
Will crush your attack and walk away,
The negative keeps the vultures at bay.
This poem is about:
My family
Our world