War Song

War always seems to sing the same old song but with an updated tune,
Foot patrols and bloodshed
Carried out under the light of a full moon,
The 11c's go
Pop, whistle, bang,
War is a bitch...
And the 11b's are doing their thang,
And for whatever it is worth,
Like Jolly Green Giants we grunt
As we trample upon earth,
The Red Legs with their big guns,
RTO's and grenadiers,
M-16's,
Ak's
Bullets piercing bodies,
Broken bones bursting through flesh Creating opened wounds,
War always seems to sing the same old song but with an updated tune,
Genre changes from jazz to swing...
From blues to be-bop, rock, r&b, rap and hip hop,
The Pointman,Tunnel Rat, and Doc...
War seems to sings the same old song,
About being away from home,
About leaving family and friends,
About battle and being capped,
Blood gushing, troops getting zapped,
Whistling of mortor rounds,
Signaling to the Grunts...
As they scramble for cover...
Hugging the ground
As mortors pound like sledge hammers,
Shars of shrapnel embedding deep,
Smashing down to someone's defeat, Bullets rip to a stacato like smokeless powdered beat,
War always seems to sing the same old song but with an updated tune,
Foot patrols and bloodshed
Carried out under the light of a full moon,

By,
Abu Lateef Babatunde
2018




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War Song