War times

War is not neat,
It mistreats and beats
Them down to the street

They give their lives
So others can eat,
They gather their fleet,
And they get ready to defeat

The soldiers are elite, but
Their task is not sweet
It elevates their heartbeat,
When they hear that drumbeat

When pushed to the concrete
With nowhere to go
Facing defeat
Is the only thing they know

At the end of the night
When faced with a receipt,
The soldiers deplete
The memories layed deep

But a new day rises
Again they repeat
More hours in the heat
For their lives they compete

They never retreat
Until the job is complete.