War times


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War is not neat,It mistreats and beatsThem down to the street
They give their livesSo others can eat,They gather their fleet,And they get ready to defeat
The soldiers are elite, butTheir task is not sweetIt elevates their heartbeat,When they hear that drumbeat
When pushed to the concreteWith nowhere to goFacing defeatIs the only thing they know
At the end of the nightWhen faced with a receipt,The soldiers depleteThe memories layed deep
But a new day risesAgain they repeatMore hours in the heatFor their lives they compete
They never retreatUntil the job is complete.