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The weary dead

A war-themed poem written for remembrance day...

Numbed by conflict, it’s onwards through the mud,
Each man’s eyes hollow and strained from battle,
Their uniforms filthy and stained with blood,
Ever wary of a machine gun’s rattle,
The enemy lines are not far away,
The soldiers weapons are ready and set,
Each man stops his nerves from going astray,
More deaths added to those they can’t forget,
Then, the order comes with a shout: fix steel!
So, the lethal blades are quickly attached,
They are minutes away from their ordeal,
The enemy’s plan is now fully hatched,
But they should be fearful and filled with dread,
These troops are immortal; the weary dead.