A boorish few in the military
Aren't fit to wipe your boots.
In any kind of real adversary,
Their orders they're full of convolutes.
Wouldn't be of any use to man,
Beast or boy, it's a one-way ticket
What they'd suggestion… plan?
By a-long-chalk; it's not cricket.
It would tug, at your very heart.
To follow in their demonic command
Give chase to them bullets cocked
Loaded readied fired on your motherland.
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