great hero

The herculean Hero who fought for his soil

He who fights for his soil shall not resign in vain

Shall stand tall and go for it  

Shall pay the ultimate price

And shall make the supreme sacrifice

For land and the whole lot with one heart

To harvest the harvest of peace

To merge the being of his soil more and more             

Ere our Hero to move far afield

Took hold of words aforesaid so dear

To drain his sons’ pain shrouded in depth

The nation groans not to brave the hard times

The royals call not for his firm choice 

All eyes in tears and hearts gray

With capped hands made their plea deepest

Father shall not leave the Golden Throne straight

But to no avail his mind is made

Not at the altar of his pride and fame

For his country’s dearest and nearest   

The dice is cast and so he must go

And no trepidation should ever bar his way

From his Palace so plain and bare  

No tall order had he flung afar  

And to the red fields cry did he just listen

Too short was his time to doze and gaze long

With little stand of his soldier so firm   

Of arms that’s thin on the ground

He is not languid in deed he ought to deal  

Or reserved in the war he ought to wage    

But with heart of gold and soul

Lead those all well but not in haste

To the roaring sea of clashing zone

He was the first to stir the ship of mass    

Through thick and thin of weeping waves

He was a audacious hero to stand his ground

Proved his heart upon needy time’s bid

With all his sons in one warm hold

He made his comeback safe and sound

The battle so drained was yet not in vain

With Glory as their sweat’s credit

That cost was a prize for his home

                                    Kinz Rinz