6-4-2024
Soldiers of fortune caught in the construct
Captive foreign held in the menagerie
Shoulders abortion fought for my next salary
Now souls smoulder over their short daiquiri
I hate it when they’re mad at me
Tragedy had to be for a better tomorrow
War ages are coming
Prepare for the casualties
Rubble
And sorrow
Headlines a tad too hallow
Death still rages on casually
I guess it has to be
The delivery was free
Please don’t be mad at me
But whatever has to be has to be
Copyright © R.P. Grcic | Year Posted 2024
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