Sky is broad, the clouds are bright
No time to look up, no poem to write
Grill and drill, hammer so hard
Pick a collar, Blue or White
….

Rings, their ground, the marbles of round
They parade around the Sun they surround

Little and large, like soldier, like sarge
The solar army, the pull force in charge
…

- Are you the moon? Are you the sun?
+ For you, sky that's alway on

- Are you the dawn? Are you the dusk?
+ Both and neither, yet your land to trust
….

a reality escape to the art
yet pain is real for the heart
he painted the pain
free of fear
coloured in plain
so unreal…

we are born in fight
the so-called wrong and right
soldiers, we may look alike
no! we’re the battlefield you strike
a forever war between no nation
but our past and not last generation

They heard the poems, thought of paper, a cut to mock
Sorry losers! The game is ours, it’s a land of rock