The endless trudge,
evil feet march across
mud, guts and blood.
Low vibrational mental brain fog
dripping with thoughts
of hate tainted sludge.
They don't retreat.
No turning heel.
No need for ambulances,
no one can be allowed to heal.
No need for a drum,
that resonance
isn't something to feel.
Mortar fire keeps the beat.
This surely can't be real.
No call to sing songs,
just an unearthly hum,
groaned through ground down gums
under a moon
sat looking so tired and glum.
Still, they march, still they come.
That intense ringing
of death bells giving in.
Collapsing out of the fight.
Their songs winding down
as gunfire and rockets
take up the spaces vacated
by the sounds exiting stage right.
The army of the night
marches on. Eyes vacantly
scanning the mutilated.
Enemy, child, mother, any other.
Won't be any enemies for long.
The barrage begins.
Silhouette army moving
in breakbeat strobe light insanity.
Still, they come.
Purity hides in schoolyards
Beneath teachers blood stained bodies,
shielding to guard.
Best friend lays headless,
bullet holes chip away
at anything that remains.
"Get down on your knees"
They scream furiously,
after firing weapons continuously.
Noncombatant. No weapons.
No acts of violence.
Just innocence with dead eyed stare.
Compliance through shaking fear.
Fear in every heartbeat, in case they hear.
Ambush. Armed guards
raise the alarms. Shoot to kill.
Don't aim to maim.
Why?
There is no one left here,
no-one remains.
No one left to feel the pain.
Just the dead empty rain.
Yet still they come.
Fire, fire, shouting
fire in a hospital theatre.
Bad actors. King for a day,
in a stage play adaption of misery.
Liar, liar. Pants as he runs
from machine gun fire.
Before falling dead, no escape.
Bullet holes and blood replace
the once cheerful smiling face.
Shout as loud as you can.
We see the lies through eyes that tire.
Your truth just doesn't scan.
It’s all a land grab, funded by us.
Who can we trust?
Those innocent lives lost,
or the ones who want to kill at any cost.
Yet still they come
and we do nothing but watch on.
Thanks for reading
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