When I am general many things will happen,
even meaningless battles may cease with effort,
but one thing certain, I will never forget my first batallion,
worthy lieutenant or soldiers who for me took hurt;
I dream an army of women, my wish their command,
it was dreamt real and shall happen even if the world stills,
as such dreams of mine are prophecies from a divine hand,
all got skills of a general, risk death each instant like me none wills;
An army at my hand and not conquest my objective,
yet to feed army and its dreams many conquests needed,
Why? I want to give, have little other reasons to live,
a kinder general to soldiers you can’t find even as enemies weeded;
a fighter is made and I came out of world’s scorn,
when I am general the world would wish I was never born.