The March

[brandontoh]

1ST EDIT:
The March
What used to be
Green canopies on
Glorious warzones
Is now a mere carpet.

Peace, some suggests,
But I say death.

They marched to make merry,
For their favourite child.
Wistful imagining
Removed bloodshed,
Made heroes out of them.

They then marched back;
Mission accomplished,
For the last time.

Then veteran yellow is awarded,
And warmth kept with dust blankets.
Toy soldiers yearn for the frontline,
Wishing upon the light sliver

To tread ever so softly
On the raging velvet once again.


ORIGINAL:
The March
What used to be
Green canopy and
Awe-inspiring velvet
Is now a mere shell scrape.

No room to stretch,
To even stand.

They marched to make merry,
For their favourite child.
Wistful imagining
Removed bloodshed,
Made heroes out of them.

They then marched back,
Cramped in the bunk.

Until veteran yellow is awarded,
And warmth kept with dust blankets.
Toy soldiers yearn for the frontline,
Wishing upon the light sliver

To tread ever so softly
On the green canopy once again.
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