The Glory of the Guns

[AZXD]

When the Battle Cry is spoken,
And the Voice of War is heard,
The soldiers of the Allies,
To battlefields do move.
The enemy is silent,
As if waiting for the sun,
Then they hear that awesome sound,
The booming of the Guns.
They shudder in their trenches
Within a gnawing fear,
Of knowing the Battery
Of 1-6-1 is here.
The shells come whilstling all around,
And wreck and break and knock things down,
Creating havoc among the lines
And all that it surrounds.
The enemy has broken
In torn and tired dismay,
Those so inclined
Get down on knees and pray. The Allies are victorious,
The enemy is on the run,
Once again they have been beaten
By the Glory of the Guns.

A little poetry

[AZXD]

I like this one even more.

My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun --
In Corners -- till a Day
The Owner passed -- identified --
And carried Me away --

And now We roam in Sovereign Woods --
And now We hunt the Doe --
And every time I speak for Him --
The Mountains straight reply --

And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow --
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through --

And when at Night -- Our good Day done --
I guard My Master's Head --
'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's
Deep Pillow -- to have shared --

To foe of His -- I'm deadly foe --
None stir the second time --
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye --
Or an emphatic Thumb --

Though I than He -- may longer live
He longer must -- than I --
For I have but the power to kill,
Without -- the power to die --