BAut leaders just don't care.D thousand boys lay dying,
Drones strike from the air,
Pon't dare make a retreat. Human limbs go flying,
Ture human waves of misery,
Fhey're just grinder meat,
odder for their cannons,
At the time, it never quite found its home. Maybe someone out there can enjoy it now. Word Count: 2,356 The poem is accessible via the image link below.
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