Blood, Sword And Fire Poem by Dr Ronnie Bai

Let us sort it out with blood, sword and fire —
Retrieve our ancestors' lost swords we will,
Re-forge them in the furnace of roaring ire
And sharpen them till a shiny deadly chill —
To draw blood from the blood guzzling monsters
We are ready to shed blood to turn red
Our long-ravaged mountains, lakes and rivers,
For the raw iron smell will revive our dead,
Who have fallen to their cannons and tanks
And bayonet foot soldiers scorching our land,
For whom we will make it a burning hell
Into which the monsters fall, yet we stand!
So, fire up the blast furnace of our ire —
Blood for blood, sword for sword and fire for fire!