Futile Effort -

Sent on a mission

The standard has been met

Pain and misery are awaiting

A steady advance

Through a cruel terrain

Paving the way

With a daring stand

Across the field

Proceeding in a strict formation

Retaining a steady pace

Over the top

Let another wave enter in

There’s no chance of turning back

Shelled away

A field ridden with barbwire

Centered on the sanctity of war

The slaughter begins

At easy targets on open ground

Defenses have sustained the shelling

Gunned down

No option to answer back

After great plans devastation prevails

Looking at the result

No further adjustments

Not a single metre gained