Feather
Bring me my arrow as the battle has begun
The warfield will be clustered with the blood of ally and foe
In my foxhole I will stand alone breathing
As the mortar ruptures the sky I will put down my weapon
Take hold of a feather and then climb into full view
I will march with my feather and I will cross enemy lines
If they want to kill me, let them
I stand alone
Free of all nations’ flags I carry my own banner
A feather
With this feather I shall sprout wings and fly
Out onto the peaceful skies of serenity shall I soar
And I will claim no allegiance with any man and all man shall do the same to me.
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