Bass drum calls all ravenous cadets
700 military hours passed
we were yet at Commonwealth Ave.
from Central to the barracks of
nationalism-reservist team corps
double-time,1st class officer commanded
a pressured call for NS12 ROTC
bravo 1st platoon
privately ran in cadence
hitting the throbbing distant drum
exhausted
50x pushed up
sir, yes, sir!
tiring squatras
5 minutes facing the sun
mud crawling heading to rifle
barracks
wearing threadbare GOA uniform
with demerits pharaphernalias
faded greenberet I just borrowed
unshine backle
worn-out combat shoes
unprepared trainess like me
from the night
of psychosomatic bed of illnesses
an overused excused
for anti- ROTC cadet
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