Entrenched in trenches, soldiers hold their ground
And stand brave outnumbered by Dole unbound.
Their legs quiver, tremble, and bend assailed
By cannon, mortar, and gun near prevailed.
Hope, unveiled in thrums of airplane engines,
Looses hopeful bombs on wings of vengeance.
Dolor driven from the embattled heart
Retreats to return, further fight, restart,
Rearm, the ceaseless war with Joy’s nation,
As Hope joins with Joy in celebration.