War Poem

We young boys are soldiers in training
We march till we're red eyed and sore.
We'd break our necks to defend our nation
For her we'd gladly go to war.

So pick up your backs and march boys
It's your time to show the world.
You're not just some weak young school lads
Let your legacy be unfurled.

Bury your brothers with dignity
They deserve the very best.
Dream of them marching in heaven
Like angels patrolling the west.

Return with the highest of spirits
Home is the same place it used to be.
You've fulfilled your service to your country
So march, for now you are free.

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