Poetry from the book
A Fighting Heritage
by
Ernest Edwards
All rights reserved © 2007, 2008, and 2010

For the People
For the people they stand tall;
For the people they give their all;
On their future they don't dwell;
For a battle is a ferocious hell.

For the people is their battle cry;
For the people they fight and die;
In great reverence none condemn;
For the people remember them.


The Landing's Field
An easy war in the planning,
Huge numbers in the manning.
Ambition by the King of Dareed,
Powered by U MAMA's greed.
Big profits for some people.

An easy war in the planning,
Came to grief at the Landing.
The Rocks waited and made stand,
Determined to save their land,
Protection for their people.

An easy war in the planning,
A killing field at the Landing.
The Rocks stand, ready to die,
As they give their battle cry,
Shouting, "For the people"


The Demon of Darmore
Ambushed from the land and sky,
Out numbered, we're ready to die.
We'd not been in battle before,
Unready for the hell and gore,
Death to our enemies we pour.

When our situation's beyond dire,
She stands tall, spitting hell-fire.
One no enemy can stand before,
Fully covered in blood and gore,
The Warrior Demon of Darmore.