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war and curse poem about a fallen hero

Trumpet upon trumpets (war poem and curses)

Trumpet upon Trumpets
Upon the awakening of the sun
There awake the protagonist
The savior of the famine lands
The fiercest innate of the Nation
The bowl that holds the dripping tears
The bearer of the heaviest yoke
The almighty pillar of the empire
Who
Humbled inhumanity
Resurrected manacle hope and availed indecency
The unsung hero of the meek with mild temperance
Like a roaring Lion with caressing mellow tone
He towered upon his antagonist
Left the battlefield without recumbent walls
The trumpets spurred his rakish
With the tune of destruction
Whilst his brethren in arms
Enslaved the blood stains relics of war thus
The trumpet ceased blood stained souvenir
Hail! Trumpet of glory with heavy windpipes to carry the tedious journey
Thus
The sun was exhausted
The moon stole the beams as the phantom of death was induced
Upon the heroes
Heavy strides of exhaustion overtook hope
The tedious journey was their antagonist
Left in the sand desert
The open air ether was infamy
 Drought was hovering
Thirst was heavy on their windpipes
Open seas were estranged
Prayers were echoed and supplication were mumbled
Lest tomorrow is hidden and overcloud by the darkness of death
“Let death be at bay”

The insensible sunk within, thus
Man fall after the other
Time was at length
As anguished was glorious
The sands were cursed
The night was the cruelest
“the battle is won” sung the trumpet
Thus the vultures were malicious on the lifeless
Without resistances the fetters were non-lenity

Heavy hearten protagonist
Carried by grief and anguish
Left all the spoils for the phantom
Prayed for “leniency”
But the echoes were estrange
The phantom smeared his face
Eyes were of ghost
The desert was alive thus
The morrow was reborn
Thus the Nation seek a reborn hero