The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated May 18, 2006
Three Skies
Three skies in three nights,
Darkness and stars were alive.
They counted
How many accounted.
I lay awake to fire.
It was the fight against the enemy.
It was last night,
The night I passed.
Today I am tired to fire.
It was the fight for life.
Thousands of actions:
Makes a decision,
Who will win?
It matters nothing to me.
Shall I be there under the starry sky?
Shall I enjoy the victory?
Sorry, I must not think.
I have to fight;
I have to fire.
Soldiering is a profession.
Winning is a decision,
A good decision to a brave country.
I have only three skies:
Yesterday, today and tomorrow.