Rhythm of the Wardrum


He runs into battle ready to fight
Staying low to the ground and out of sight
His body is covered in cuts and scars
His heart pounds
To the rhythm of the wardrum

The warrior starts to stray off course
A mine goes off with disastrous force
His body is thrown backwards
The gunshots sound
To the rhythm of the wardrum

He wakes up abruptly in a hospital bed
His bandages completely soaked in red
He looks at his arm
The IV drips
To the rhythm of the wardrum

He gets into uniform to head back to base
He kneels down to his boot to tighten his lace
His time is short
His watch ticks
To the rhythm of the wardrum

He is ready for battle, ready to fight
This was his calling in his life
He is a soldier
He marches on
To the rhythm of the wardrum

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