Fort Prop G Company
Vnimaniye!
Attention!
Ten campaign soldiers
marching in a straight line
One took a sound byte mine misstep,
then there were only nine
Nine loyal watchmen
guarding the golden Tower gate
One fell asleep and plummeted to the ground,
dereliction of duty gave an even eight
Eight secret cell spies,
set to activate in hour eleven
One wasn’t synchronized,
the troops were now down to seven
Seven full metal jackets surrogates,
poison trap the debate trail mix
One got caught red-handed,
the number then got reduced to six
Six pawns on the war chessboard,
all vowed not to be taken alive
One actually did follow thru,
whittled soldiers were filed down to five
Five half-company soldiers,
going behind enemy lines once more
Pvt. Lax had his cover blown,
the soldier census was counting four
Four battle tested grunts,
web cam eyes mounted on a cyber tree
Clipped by a media sniper bullet,
tragic triage outcome made it three
Three dog tag fight hounds,
suicide mission ready ... go ... do
Bomb vest malfunction,
skeleton crew became only two
Two wounded boots on the ground,
ready to go out with a blazing run
After the hot shot emptied his last clip,
the company was left with just one
One lone committed tin soldier,
holding the fort with a single gun
He don’t expect to last too long,
and when he’s gone, there will be none
Fort Prop G Company
fought to the last man who could stand
Send another company in,
came word from the chain of command
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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