When the warriors end all-too-soon comes who knows where the soul will go.
They go home or a place of dreams, it is the same for many it seems.
The place I wish to return is the beautiful and ancient Kyoto.

In war people on each side die, even victors get a deadly blow.
Good and bad strewn together on the ground, God tell me what all this means!
When the warriors end all-too-soon comes who knows where the soul will go.

Sad African exile in astral form again you will see your Togo.
So rest easy eyes mountain rebel caught up in others greedy schemes.
The place I wish to return is the beautiful and ancient Kyoto.

A soldier thinking of China breathes heavy for his last grenade throw.
At the stars along with mortars for a final time the Asian screams.
When the warriors end all-too-soon comes who knows where the soul will go.

In the ground the warriors go, but where goes the soul I do not know.
Perhaps they all fly home, saying goodbye then enter a land of dreams.
The place I wish to return is the beautiful and ancient Kyoto.

They are all somewhere from the fast and ferocious to the rough but slow.
All visit family but where in Heavens is it the spirit teems.
When the warriors end all-too-soon comes who knows where the soul will go.
The place I wish to return is the beautiful and ancient Kyoto.

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This poem may seem long and repetative, but it is a Villanelle. That is the way it is written. It is an awkward style that takes hours to write, and I cannot believe I decided to write this again. I spent a lot of my formidable years in japan and went to Kyoto every chance I got.