To blackouts and smoke-filled lungs,
I have to defend this town that depends on me.
Pray for me people I can’t go along,
Am I too late to see the daybreak light so heavenly?
Thankfully we have been saved by help,
I just can’t thank them enough for saving.
I have to realize I am a kid that’ll gulp,
If I needed to and I am tired of seeing bleeding.
Jumping off bridges I see them doing it,
They all risk their lives to be defenseless.
It’s up to our new help to be a defendant,
Or face the wrath of someone so selfish.
Trust me I am a kid that wanted to be chief,
But sadly I am no good or fit to be a leader.
Moving over to the life, I used to see for belief,
Beginner’s luck I guess and I relax deep breather.
Well, I have been their chief for only a day I guess,
Because I ain’t fit to see the bloodshed warzone.
Never underestimate my own wittiness,
Just don’t fake at being chief having to be known.
This unknown savor is Yoshiko Takahashi,
A brave Japanese soldier from Mainland Japan.
Yoshiko was trained in Japan’s karate,
He’s got the highest belt in karate known to man.
Now he fought them tooth and nail for our survival,
And guess what I think we won.
Well, Yoshiko’s plan wasn’t to be an arrival,
Well, I guess he will be gone soon.
He promised that his victory was solely mine,
As he left the premises farther than the eye can see.
“It is up to you young man to depend on your kind,”
I answered, “Yes master I promise you of this of me.”
Now the country was all safe and we returned,
Our homes had to be rebuilt, and construction started.
What? I am only nine and that’s all you’ve heard,
There’s nothing with a boy-chief who’ll be a defendant.
Yes, I am only just a nine-year-old kid,
People, I am your chief I was the defender.
Yes, I am a little awkwardly and legit,
Just for our helper, I am thankful and kinder.
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