On the Line
We have to fight,
We all could die.
No time for us
To say goodbye.
We can't tell
The ones we love.
Receive our orders
From high above.
Shooting men
That we don't know.
Just like us,
They have to go.
If we survive,
Medal made of tin.
What a terrible state,
This world we live in.
6/ July/ 2021
Copyright © Simon Hamill | Year Posted 2021
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