This is an epic militaristic tone poem, meant to tell a story.

A downtrodden people, fight for their freedom. VICTORY! YAAY! ... Oh shit, there's MORE of them. And the noble peasants have to do some REAL battle. They do win in the end, but it's a victory earned by the loss of comrades.

(Also, this is one of my early pieces from way back in 1999. Understand that I was still learning and there are some rough edges. Still, I like it as it stands.)