War

The army is marching
like ants to a cake
the cannons are ready
many lives are at stake.

The men lining up
just like dominoes
the men in their bunker
like bears in the snows.

The first shot is fired
and like the start of a race
the battle explodes
right on the cliff face.

There’s death everywhere
just like a plague
no one can think straight
in the great battle rage.

The cannons are fired
they are huge thunder claps
bodies everywhere
like dead bugs on tree sap.

The white flag is waved
and like a beautiful breeze
the fight slows to a stop
all the men called to ease.

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