Sparta

We are warriors
The land’s
Undying people
We are crushed
But surviving
Wounded but refuse to fall
Unrelenting threats
Don’t stop us
Unending deaths
Only slow us down
Fidelity is our virtue
We are loyal
Until the end
We answer the call
Warriors rushing
Spears soaring
Through the sky
Many die
But not all
Immune to steel
No
Immune to pain
No
But
Endless devotion to the cause
Born of iron will
Blood of ancestors
Fill our veins
We will never fall
Will never fall
Undying people
Citizens at arms
Our nation
Without flaw
Made us
Without fear
Made us
To fight
Made us
To die
Its will
Is law

They Stood

They stood
Waiting, polishing armor, and watching
They could hear the Persian Immortals marching
They could feel the earth shaking at the approach
The drums of the invaders could be heard
Thousands of men moving, past the pass remote
Thermopylae the Hot Gates of Heracles
The tribes of man collide
Standing at the pass
Barring forward progress
300 armored men
Naked flesh and bronze
Stood against the tide
With allies in the rear
The Spartans took the field
And stood against the flow
Of 10,000 Persian Immortals
And more than 200,000 others
3 days they stood and fought
3 days before they died
The Spartans stood
What was taken was flesh
What remains is still alive