A Sepoy of 1914

I belong to a pedigree of warlords 

Waging wars is what my lineage hordes

By our Goddess, we were created to cut through 

Enemy lines; they flee seeing our pursue

My eyes are reckoned to instill fear   

My determination would make your soul tear

Into pieces, this is my ego, this is my pride 

Again I would insist, victory is my bride 

The moment I enlisted, I barely drowsed

My adrenaline is over producing, I'm aroused 

In the feast of war, with rivals pulverization 

Dancing eagerly amid, a firework of annihilation 

The day is near; I genuflect to my war goddess 

Seeking to be bestowed her blessedness

That I will follow my inner calling and not falter 

Lest I will branded a traitor; a hideous defaulter

Holding my rifle, I breath, I aim and fire 

I'm elated, one opponent down, set for the pyre

Deploy sepoys, march with ferocity 

Drive your adversaries troops in paucity