Father,
grandfather,
father's grandfather,
all died
by the blade.
Father's grandfather
fell fighting one hundred.
Grandfather
fell fighting too.
Father
fell fighting as well,
while protecting his
wounded troop.
All these men
put up a fight,
they did what they
had to do
It runs in our veins,
we stay the same,
destined to do
what we do.
Our grandmothers hug
our grandchildren,
while they still can
widows
tell their sons
when they're old
enough to use
a blade
so one day,
whenever my son
asks where father
went off to
tell him
it runs in our veins
tell him
I will see
him soon.