Poetry: Facing death - by Carmelo Piparato

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by Carmelo Piparato

Created on: July 05, 2008

Good morning all
We Spartans may fall
But we fight to the end
On this we'll not bend
We protect our pass
To the last man and lass
Our brethrens survive
For them we must thrive
Some of us parish
Success is the rarest
We of our fellow
Stand tall like Othello
A disease we do bare
Men and maiden so fair
Right here we must stay
Thrive for only one day
So fight through the trenches
All you madmen and wenches
So together stand tall
Carry on with our call

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