footsteps echoing tremors
from a band of courageous
yet foolhardy young men
each one daring the devil
struggling to be heeded
the riffle is at ease to
the hand of a young lad
who is a sophomore to the
means and games of the generals
the private lad looked around
the barracks filled with exhausted minds
seeing his superior in clenched teeth
he obeys without any questions
well trained or well brainwashed? Excellent poem!
one love Corey & co.