It's A Battlefield Poem by Rylie Shoop

Little white lines, all in a row.
An army banded together,
do they protect or destroy?
Once upon a time,
none could be found.
The battlefield was once cleared throughout the whole land.
A weapon,
nor a bullet shell could be found upon this battlefield.
This world was once at peace.
Forever they thought they'd be.
One day was soon to come.
They felt it.
Almost predictable.
And on that day,
everything was shut down.
For this moment,
they could feel their world come to a halt.
They knew they were fighting a battle they couldn't win.
This land came to the conclusion of the century.
They gave in.
They sold their souls to that day.
Forever,
they'll serve them.
Loyally.