Where There Is Sword Fighting Poem by Natasha Caroline Norville

Where there is sword fighting there is danger.
Where there is sword fighting there is courage.
Where there is sword fighting there is adventure.
Where there is sword fighting there is cabbage.

The soldiers well eat anything at war.
There will be clash and clang of sword and spear.
There will be hoof beats of danger at war.
And the soldier's spear well go through an ear.

Nobody cares for what it does to men.
Nobody hears the cries of suffering.
Nobody cares that it will cause a killin'.
The women well provide for the hurting.

The wives of the soldiers well have to sow
I am against war; I dislike it so.