Diving from the sky to the scorched earth;

chopped down like doves,

many our slaughtered by machine guns,


War plane's struggling to stay in orbit;

fire balls coming right at them;


the one's who touch ground,

are scared shittless;

thinking to themselves "what are we supposed to do"


enemy reinforcements homing in;

iron behemoths rolling in,


Condemened buildings,

hollowed, burnt out shells,

provide cover


the surviving foreigners,

gather themselves and run


Taking their positions in the

unstable habitations 


They stay in fight;

returning fire to their enemies


With little hope of making it out



Time is not on their side




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