Here's another poem I wrote a long time ago. It was inspired by a line from a David Gemmell book (my favourite author).
The tide of war
Call ‘em back
Call ‘em back
For the tide of war has turned
Bring ‘em back
Bring ‘em back
For the fates our lives have spurned
Run ‘em back
Run ‘em back
For the dogs are at our heels
Take ‘em back
Take ‘em back
For the devil made our deals
Retreat my boys we’ve lost the day
The enemy holds the field
Retreat my boys the battle’s gone
To the enemy we yield
Call ‘em out
Call ‘em out
Call the brave men out, ‘tis time to make a stand
Bring ‘em out
Bring ‘em out
Bring the young lads out, for we fight to save our land
Run ‘em out
Run ‘em out
Drive invaders out for they cannot face our steel
Take ‘em out
Take ‘em out
Take the foe-men out and we’ll show ‘em how we feel
Push on me boys we’ll win this day
They haven’t got the heart
Push on me boys, our time is now
Our fine time’s bout to start
Call ‘em back
Call ‘em back
But survivors long have fled
Bring ‘em back
Bring ‘em back
While the grass is stained with red
Run ‘em back
Run ‘em back
But they’re all now lying dead
Take ‘em back
Take ‘em back
And again the land is fed
