The Cherokee War
The Cherokee War. We got ready for the great battle, With our every step we made the chariots rattle. As soon as we heard the bugle, We barged into the jungle. We were fighting a clan of tribals, Who had just finished their ritual. Our general told us that ‘It was black magic. And that the outcome of it would be tragic.’ We broke down the bamboo wall, We intended to destroy it all. But my comrade didn’t think so, He hated to see the blood flow. He withdrew from the fight, While we ravaged the village with all our might. I thought of my wife and kid, Thinking of them a cruel thing I did. I accidentally slashed a boy, Who I thought was a decoy. Then I thought of my own son, How I used to treat him with a bun. Even he must’ve had a dad, Who taught him what is good and what is bad. I threw away the spear, To protect someone’...