They move in lines
See how they die
The battle field once dry
Now wet and plight
The fires roll and rise
Escape flames caught me trying
Ill exit burning bombs flying
Scolding skies
Tanks ramble and drones motor high
Ballistic missiles glide
City blocks dive
They move forward in lines
The land where stale mate is applied
Noman's potmarked land is frying
Craters where corpses still lie
Friendly rifle, friendly fire
Lodge a complaint
Conglomerate human resources department
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