March
the war
is just ahead
we'll get there dead
or not at all
our hearts pump blood
what else? our lungs
pull air, expel
our feet stamp soul
against the earth
our bodies tramp
the war is just ahead, we'll fall -
enrich the soil, we'll get there dead
or not at all, or not
at all
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