A hundred thousand Spartans
a hundred thousand father's
a hundred thousand warriors
a hundred thousand sons
as one is passing here
the other is passing there
all training and not complaining.
And straight into battle they go
equipped with armors and weapons.
swords now swinging side to side
Spears and arrows piercing through the sky.
fireworks and crashes
as one slips into ashes,
scoping low to get a bomb as it flashes,
Yelling and screaming can be heard
the known battle cry of those undead .
An eye for an eye
a tooth for a tooth
as every death is repaid
body's dropping like flies
blood flowing like rivers
as gunshots are heard
signal of a life that's lost.
Such is the nature of man
fighting not as a man with a plan
but as a warrior greater than man
someone of great courage
you may call a Spartan.