Do you hear it?

boom, crack, rata-ta-ta

Far from us, but still looming,

boom, crack, rata-ta-ta,

The sound of Death’s instruments echoing across the fields of red,

the forests of ash,

the hills of mud,

and into the trenches,

boom, crack, rata-ta-ta,

Nowhere to run, no hope in sight,

boom, crack, rata-ta-ta,

Like flowers sitting in a storm,

boom, crack, rata-ta-ta,

No sun, covered in mud and rain, waiting for lightning to strike,

boom, crack, rata-ta-ta,

But we’re not flowers,

We are soldiers,

boom, crack, rata-ta-ta,

We will charge through,

Past the bodies, past their guns

Past the mud, and through the walls,  

boom, crack, rata-ta-ta,

Because past all the mud,

All the guns,

All the blood,

All the death,

All we’ve lost,

boom, crack, rata-ta-ta,

The sun is hidden away,

Just waiting to be found.

-Aiden  Clark