take a small war

To take small steps in boots
Across the line on the old map
Keeping a weapon At the ready
Easy jobs are not at home or oversea
And taken care of by the worker bees
Sometimes greeted on the phone
Making small talk with colorless drones
After enemies have been invented
Like the news had told us to do
Lazy polls tell us our own opinions
Will our workers make it back okay or
Argue with bullets like the commander wants
Right now the wolves guard the sheep

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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