Marching Man
Hey there!
Marching man.
Got a machine gun.
In your hands.
So, you know
How to run.
Stone cold.
Burning gas.
The fife with drum.
And claymores blast
You won't cut or run.
When time comes to stand.
The total Bad Ass.
Knows that they can.
American soldier.
A marching Man.
Copyright © R J. Elless | Year Posted 2024
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