The GladiatorStuck in a battle every damn dayForced to fight while they sit and layHis fighting brings on laughs and cheersWhile they smile brightly on him there are tearsWhy does the sun beat down on his head so hotWhy must he fight on or be forced to rotHe prepares his weapons for the next fightand one day they will see the gladiator's hate and might
The NinjaNo one can spot himHe is the fear when the lights go dimHe feels nothing on the job, he doesn't laugh or cryHe gets the job done and kills the SamuraiWith his black egg he can disappear like smokeor he'll disappear in the night. "What was that," a man spokeThe Ninjato is his choice of sword he will useNot as heavy as a katana like a Samurai would chooseOut of the darkness come the quiet oneHe does this for money and honor and not for fun...
Armour HaikuI shall protect youI will keep you warm and safeNothing can pierce me
To wield life like a sword HaikuLife is like a swordit can come to a sharp endcan you handle it
The PawnCannon fodder is what they would call himFront lines and prepared to die for themCharging forward ready to dieafraid of death but will always tryto fight on for the sake of our landto prepare for battle and to lend a handNew strength or goal is not out of his rangeBecause the pawn can still fight and a pawn can still change