There was once an old town,
A city,
Some tend to say.
One filled with soldiers,
Who's travelled there,
From a long way away.
Training there was tough,
And while women were banned,
From the army once more,
Many men would pass away.
However much
One would protest,
Each soldier's pay stayed the same.
The generals and commanders,
The mightiest of the crowd,
Earned no less than of,
Two thousand dollars a day.
Then came the war,
Silent yet brutal.
All men in uniform would,
Carry guns, bullets,
And fire away.
The blood shed beat,
The numbers, quantities,
Produced in the two previous,
World wars one and two.
In rain, across oceans and desserts,
With technology yet starvation,
The men continued,
To fire away.
A few months passed.
The women and children,
Were troubled.
Where were their loved ones...
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