Militariat

poetry

Semper Fi
Do or Die
I hear them shouting
marching waving
banners, waving guns
and making sure
that every one is
quite aware they’re here
to tear in to the
soul
of the situation

The marching feet
tell stories
worth a million words
a step
(left right left)
of blood on tracks,
of blood on hands
and cities left
to burning

but Semper Fi
Do or Die
they’ll shout
with every step
(left right left)
until they done
or did, and there’s
not a banner left

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