War

Bullets flying overhead,
young men in trenches, all heads bent.
The call to attack, the surge of movement,
adventure calls, a charge is imminent.

Seemingly in slow motion,
they clamber out, one big commotion.
Their hearts beat fast, adrenaline pumps,
while the captain calls, the men run up.

Dust is kicked up with every forward step,
soldiers fall, bullets in the chest.
Young lives snuffed out, people die,
spirits leave and start to fly.

Retreat is called, the captain's mistake realised,
the men run back to leave the genocide.
The soldier's courage for running headlong into battle, seeing no mystery,
earned their nation it's well earned place in history.