A crusader, standing tall

Prepared to slaughter the heretics all

Riding horseback with sword and mail

Felling all the heretical faiths do ail

A man dressed in simple clothing

Prepared to do far more than simply toiling

Rallying countrymen with a rifle and a cry

With burning eyes he screams, “Invaders must die!”

A leader who pretends a country he must aid

Stands tall at the back of a fanatical brigade

Spewing forth lies to polarize and galvanize men

Surely all others shall be doomed there and then

Still more prowl, waiting hungrily

For those who shall roam into their territory

Little did they know, when out rang the cry

Their fates were sealed with the name “Banzai!”

Another time, in another place

Yet another example of ill-gotten grace

Dignified men exploring the unknown

Despite glory and God, their true intention is to own

A surge of lightning rang through the countryside

Forcing the hands of all those whose ideals they have yet to decide

They must act quickly, assist or resist

Else their livelihoods shall cease and desist

A divine act, the faithful intervention

Supposed hand of God’s impression

Brought here by pseudo-concession

All other powers shall fear holy annihilation