Friday, November 12, 2010

Trained and ready for combat

And we march on
the earth hard
unrelenting
knowing where we head

And we march on
through dirt
mud on the valley floor
crawling in pits of death

And we march on
through forests dark grey and brown
between hateful
twisted shape
black night tainting what once was beautiful

And we march on
never concern for our men
less for our enemies
No Pity.
No Mercy.

And we march on
grim
determined
certain,
unquestioning

And we march on.
We will march until we die.

[1998]
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