O, how my worth in numbers may I sing,
Fortissimo! A song of wealth and force;
My melody approval’s praise doth bring,
As through applause the crowds my song endorse.
O! balm a wounded ruler from days yore,
Whose ears are hurt by sweeter serenades
Than his; to him but dirges to endure,
But to the people, beautiful ballades.
Ay, songs that sing of conquests, e’ery front,
With trumpets blaring hymns that winners play;
The rising and the falling notes a blunt
Reminder of the shores where losers lay.
     Such beaches see no Blue Waves; all are dead.
     So louder will I sing for Waves of Red!