Bravery
A group of
three hundred all gather around,
All bunched
together not making a sound.
And then seven
thousand more all ready to die,
All ready to
fight at Thermopylae.
Together
they stand,
While alone
they fall.
When ranks
break,
They go to
the thrall.
Tomorrow
will come,
Yet they die
today.
Remember
those who fought in the shade.
A brave man’s
war,
A brave man’s
fight,
To protect
their land,
To protect
their pride.
They lost
their land,
They kept
their pride.
They had
their love,
Yet they
lost their fight.
Seven thousand
three hundred all ready to die,
All ready to
fight at Thermopylae.
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