Author's note: Any feedback at all on this poem is greatly appreciated. I'd especially be glad to hear any suggestions on how to improve the last two stanzas.



The Fighters

A line of fighters, striding forth
warriors through and through

Their shouts, they echo
across
the land

Their footsteps, they do too

They defend the weak
oppressed
by strong

Nothing and no one
can
stop them

Until good has won
against evil

And their journey
is
completed