Start wars, create chaos,
Sit back and direct things from their plush mansions,
While soldiers spill blood and innocents die.
They play chess with people's lives,
They have no real understanding of war,
Most, I believe, feel that its just a game,
But its not, not from the soldier's view.
That's how it started, this war,
Games in the wealthy ones' minds,
They suppressed the people,
But the people fought back.
Five shooting stars came to Earth.
Five brothers, not by blood,
But by battle, purpose, and reason shared,
And with the hope of finishing their missions.
The first, a perfect solider
Emotionless, determined, focused.
Stubbornness and strength both equal.
Who is willing to die to complete his mission.
The second, A self-proclaimed God of Death
Fun-loving, easygoing, able to laugh,
But still a solider in his own right.
Who wont give up until the job's done.
The third, a silent clown
Mysterious and quiet
Blank-faced behind his smiling clown mask.
Who doesn't quit before he is finished.
The fourth, a gentle soul
Peace-minded, polite, innocent-seeming.
One who you wouldn't expect to find
Fighting this horrible war.
The fifth, a solitary dragon
Justified, honourable,
Who can't stand how the strong
Play with the weak's lives.
These five young men, mere boys,
Destroyed the aristocrats' game.
They won peace for the people,
A hard-won, bloodstained peace that it is.
Too many people die in war,
Too many soldiers, and too many innocents.
Lets not let those lives go in vain,
Peace is too valuable to throw away.
Remember the brothers by war.
They gave up normal young lives,
And fought many uneven battles,
Do not break faith with them.
The dragon, the soul, the clown,
The solider, and the god.
Not brothers by blood,
But brothers by war.