• Ellis Unchained

Crumbs Under The Carpet

The day dawned the cap badge greased our palms,

Contract burns into life now in motion,

Rage manifests bayonet training, now it’s begun.

We scream, we allude that sandbags are not real,

Thrust and bludgeon sand filled scarecrows with steel,

Standing, snarling in a bubble with weapons attached to gun.

High pitch serenity, as explosions, I observe men standing by,

Boys within an instant loss of expression tears rolling down eyes,

Cracks appear lakes of sanity evaporate to the skies.

Drilled with compassion, integrity then taught to end life,

These join at will for a never-ending changing cause,

They need greater care there’s more than meets the eye.

The general public only sample crumbs from the pie. By Ellis Unchained

Work of Unchained Wisdom ©2021

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