The battle is won!

The battle is won!
Men,they are scarred and charred
Kingdoms scathed apart
My King!He calls for exulting
Our pride!Our flag!Our whim!
The battle is won!
Wake up, dead souls
We have fecund soil and gold
Written on the sands of time!
Our victory song in rhyme
The battle is won!
Freedom to every man
Mob roar to every stand
An undercurrent to be culled
Seeking vacuous eyes gaping lull
The battle is won!
Look O King!Our men and women and children
Joyous pride resides when
A deeper sensibility is disturbed
Lord! You seem perturbed
The battle is won!