300 were the swords witch have broken
300 were the armors
300 were the bows and silver helmets.1
300 were the women who pushed their fingernails into the flesh of their hands when the woman's sixth sense raised the alarm.2
300 were the houses with no bricks
300 were the horses without master
300 were the boys with no father.3
When the finest Spartan lord was standing before the troops
of the human God4
with his face transforming into a horrible mass of courage
and anger
and lust5
and with a roar,from deep inside his heart,
asked his men to follow him6
and they, with this crazy desire for eternal glory in their eyes 7
pulled off their swords, jugdes of destiny 8
and ran towards their certain death
as they were writing their names with red letters
on the scroll of history9
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Then,11
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299 were the bodies left on the hot sand of Thermopylae.13
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But who decides the measure of glory,15
who ruins a man's life,16
who can take away from a soldier his last will,
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his fearless request to die.18
Is it a good purpose,
to deliver the news of some men' glorious day,
or he was the one man who stood before the fate
and made the biggest decision,
although it was not completely his.
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An order.
A fugitive for lots of people,20
He was standing right next to the river
trying to wash the unwashed shame from his face,21
did the mighty warlord,
thought for a moment...? 22
A soldier, willing
no, begging to die
and walk through the ages,23
he did not deserve it?24
who has the power,
to throw a steel chain,25
and catch this man from the head
like a bull,26
and slave him inside the past
for the eternity.27
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