To the mountains afar
where the fated ascend
steps made of tar
and very tight bends
Still they march up
their hearts through the clouds
not a sound to be made
but their heads are too loud-
Telling them fast
that everything is a lie
"If you love your small country
you don't have to die!"
"But if that is the truth
then why are we here?
forced to climb tar steps
with bundles of fear."
The General turned round
and looked down on us:
"You're just going to die,
so what's the big fuss?"
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