Ghostly Army of the Gobi
Victoria Shanghai Academy, Amber Lloyd, Poetry: Group 2
Trumpets honk,
Drumming soars,
Sounds of farewell to them all.
Off we go to the Gobi for war.
Clattering hooves,
Trembling ground,
Screams and tears of battle grounds.
Here we are, at the forefront of the war.
Sky is gloomy.
Wind is chilly.
Every night, we’re out shivering.
Travelers think we are scary and eerie.
But all we are doing
is being sent to Gobi fighting.
People come.
People go.
Marco Polo, explorers and all.
Ghostly army stays here and fights.
whatever year, whatever century,
as long as there are wars.
