This poem was the only decent one I wrote during NTR. I wrote another one about foozball, and another about a nightmare school, but the nightmare school one was going off track into a gory Battle Royale flick, and the foozball one I freestyled left right centre.

My first thought was that this belonged on The Falling Worm, but since this is my flagship blog (maciam got 10 different blogs liddat) I'll post it here too.

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Ha, War

Dulce et decorum est,
pro patria mori.
Impressive Latin phrases be,
Proclaiming sacrificial glory.

Has our homeland sheltered us?
You deny it hasn't?
Had it not progressed thus so,
Wouldn't we still be peasants?

Feel the fire in thy heart,
Hear the proud flame blazing!
Will you run through the wilderness,
Bombs and grenades falling?

Glory, honour, bleed with pride,
Think you're in a game?
Once you're injured, when you're dead,
No med-pack to claim.

Never had to shoot someone,
Never seen the gory.
Dulce et decorum est,
Pro patria mori?

(C) 2006 Wong Renhao

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Okay, so the med-pack thing was lame.

And the peasants too.

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I wanted some rhyme damn it!

orchestrated by Renhao at 10:50:00 am
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