A poem? Judge not my friends but read and weep.?

Question

This days my friends I've made for thee

So gather around me jubilantly

Raise up your Swords, Your shields, Your bows

Lift up our banners and yell at the foes

This day your masters you have met

This is a throwaway. Keep it or throw it. I dont care.

And on this ground your blood will set

Run you chickens, Run and see

This day will be our victory

Answer 1

after seeing your absurd questions this poem is even more absurd.

Answer 2

Judge not my friends, but read and weep

the demented ramblings of this creep

raise up you swords shields and bows,

at common sense thumb your nose.

This is a throwaway, so thow it do

in the dustbin, down the loo.

and thus our tormentor he will see

we do not give a fug about he.