Unspoken Silence

Soldiers

March March March

We are beating our drums,

Hut Hut Hut Hut

We shout for our arrival

March. March. March.

Through the bitter cold.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Grenades explode like northern lights.

March! March! March! 

Walk through the sea of dead

Pat Pat Pat Pat

The blood mixes with the rain

Tears of blood spilled tonight

Onto the bare battle field.

Silence fills the air.

All you can hear,

Is the sound of screams.

 That forever dwell,

On the field of the dead.

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