Spades plow the field
Food abundant, always near
Hunger rocks your bones
Pangs of Black fear
 
Health to you, life abundant
Hearts be strong, not redundant
Hate comes out, the true you shown
Bleeding Red, now unknown
 
Peace and Hope
Victorious praises rise up
Clubs strike them down,
Black plague of bone
 
Too much money, too much need
Grows on a tree, sprouts like a weed
Wasting resources with utmost speed
Diamonds Red, the tools of greed
 
Thirteen ranks, arranged in order
All the same, alike in border
When four separate ranks mixed together
They scramble around dodging the weather
Always shuffled, constant disorder
The one soldier picked up, light as a feather