Sunday, October 27, 2013

Unspoken Silence

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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