The Stand
Army of one thousand ready to attack,
With no plan of ever turning back,
It’s now or never to take over the fort,
With bloody spears and artillery brought forth.
Up in the hostile air with fiery cannon balls,
‘Twasn’t enough for the sturdy castle walls,
So turning back is all that could be done,
As the castle was defended and the battle won.
We are the castle and cancer is the aggressor.
We fend off the blows and become the victor.
We of ten thousand and them of just a few,
We say “Good riddance,” and bid them adieu.
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