Battle
Battle lines drawn up
Upon a field painted green
Silent, unmoving lines of soldiers
Waiting for the bullet's scream
The commander astride his muscled horse
The captain with his golden sabre
The sergeant standing with his men
And the private next to his neighbor
Across the rolling ground
The enemy lines come into sight
The slow forward march
Towards the approaching fight
"Fix bayonets!"
The command rings out
The clatter of sharp metal
Accompanies the resounding shout
The bugle sounds!
The advance is underway!
Quickly the charge grows faster
The victor will be decided today
Raw-throated yells
Guns held to the ready
Lines draw closer together
Both still steady
The crash!
Two armies collide
A wheeling melée of bodies and steel
Now is the time to decide
Who has the upper hand?
Tis imposible to tell
While one wing is hard pressed
The other is gaining well
The two opposing flags
Circle each other like hawks
As all around their soldiers
In bloody battle are locked
The screams of the wounded
The silence of the dead
The shouting of the still alive
And whine of flying lead
Ah, at last, some movement!
As one side gives way
But who the victor?
Even I cannot say
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