The Battle In My Head

left left left right left army marches to the sound of boots in in time like a wall of robots fast movers climb jockeying for position only to thrill and kill joy stick of death left left left right left a squad makes way undetected unseen to gather intel before they are seen left left left right left left left left right left closer marches echoing sound slumber city dreaming of peace happy as their frowns are upside down division march time march division halt the city falls without hope over run by the deafening sound mortar and gunshot sounds find all who hide men, women, sons and daughters the war is over ?