War In the Wrestling Room

Stepping up to the line there is no whistle A hail of balls flying unemotionally Uncaring of its next victim A soul is hit, he falls to the ground Comrades watch, in horror, disbelief The stream is endless, one by one Penetrating the armor, until it breaks Mass chaos ensues, and hail begins on both sides Smoke builds blinding each member Shots taken on allies, friends, The smoke clears and few are standing That is on the Allied side and rivals are numerous Slowly, they are taken out, but the speed is to slow Until one is left, Vying for his team, his country His rivals take aim, fir, miss Hailing bullets into a wall, they stop, and he pounces One by one, he picks up weapons and takes them down A brace solider is he but his ammo has run out He waits for a bullet to fly but the captain, leader Tells them to wait, for he is the one to end the fight The boy looks at death, for he knows what will happen The bullet is thrown, and misses but the leader recovers and Finds the young man’s eye The solider falls He hears the joy in the rivals But for his team they walk around him He was their savior and he failed