THE MAN AND HIS SHADOW
Step by step to war they march
To fill the greed of orders to smash
For fame roars on whips that lash
Those poor souls, smote in angry clash.
Poor and brave they sought to sing
Those songs of hope on deathrow’s ding
Those thoughts of her finger in a ring
For one night’s sorrows does bring
Strong and bold they die in the field
For slavery’s sake in every second’s build
The man, last to stand such lethal deed
As nothing left of fame is just as shield
A return to hug a long forgotten past
That sent orders to war ever so fast
Would prove to be best an out cast
For shadow is all to take to end the blast
A war to secure a return of its very blast
By Conrad ever so at last…