24 Months
24 MONTHS - IAN MUNYWE
It`s been 24 months,
since we left base.
Broke away from space,
that had turned disgrace.
With hardly a Bayonette,
the unplotted mission sought fate.
Through sandy deserts,
these hole riddled boots ravaged.
Numbness was exhilarating,
pain was too inviting.
In your maze of craze,
General diabolic you sneer.
You play Long John Silver,
ignorant that one day you`ll as well ,
pay the piper.
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