by: Muhammad Athamam Arzaf
The men stayed below the trench
Waiting for the enemy wave
They stay strong through the horrid stench
Longing the day they can finally shave
Through the dark moon they come at force
The men hold them off with all their might
Even though they lack the sight
The future for their city looks very bright
Their wet faces after the horrid battle
Dries out when the sun proves victory
They wait for their wives to pop out the kettle
No more should they have to worry
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