Their now dull explosions integrating
With the patterned clicks of guns,
And the insidious crackle of hidden land mines
Enfolding in a column of death and smoke
Its petrified prize.
The symphony of sounds
Seamlessly morphing
Into a ridiculous melody:
One of laments and agony,
Its harsh sounds
Imbuing the shredded landscape
With a nightmarish quality.
My tortured senses protest,
Their cries of indignation lost
Amidst the clamour of soldiers,
Rigid in place,
Their minds and bodies slowly succumbing
To the inevitability of death.
All previous remnants of glory,
Of patriotism- gone,
Obliterated by the incessant screaming
Of the battlefield.
This is what war is like.
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