G. L. Banks
Who Are We? - Poem by G. L. Banks
Sons and daughters lied to fight
Made easier with a games delight
The two tall monoliths that fell
Were the catalyst for this hell
For country not-
Nor for pride
But for those of us who have died
The need for this I find triffle
Who are we?
Two boots, helmet, and rifle
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