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Wednesday, March 19, 2025

In a World Full of Orcs

 

In a World Full of Orcs

Where the call to war resounds, over and again, its propaganda installed,

By duty bound, all sacrificial lambs, for the regime, into allegiance called.

Where all thought is uniform, and alternate views, are prohibited, benign,

And children groomed, from the cradle to the grave, with war enshrined.

Then one day, they come of age, yet in the eyes of many, much too young,

Before the age, of insightful wisdom, yet strong enough, to brandish a gun.

Each raw recruit, from the age of innocence, who could predict the worst,

Out for heroic adventures, with the bubble of adolescence, certain to burst.

Strutting in their uniforms, marching up, and down, soldiers out on parade,

Oh, the glorious thoughts, wherein the foundations, for war have been laid.

Such pride inside, like never before, now the envy of their unsigned mates,

Sights set, their romantic dreams about to falter, where first blood awaits.

Soldier boys, sodomized, and brutalized, in this wicked Orc army perverted,

By desperate convicts, who have traded prison time, for absolution inverted.

In a dangerous bid for freedom, a second chance, or become cannon fodder,

A risk, that they are forced to take, fighting for the cause, as a bullet stopper.

With no surrender, no turning back, no retreat, no way forward, no way out,

Forced to fight for their lives, guns aimed at their backs, should they bailout.

Drunken soldiers, who have learned their fate, despised by the army brass,

Waiting to be sent forward, into no-man’s-land, where their time will pass.

As decoys for the big guns, to draw enemy fire, lined up like ducks in a row,

Where all life is consumed, like popcorn and candy floss, at Putin’s sideshow.

His circus, going round for round, protracted, prolonged, in his bloody war,

As each roller coaster ride ends, in a bloody mess, his fair calling for more.

All perish the thought, that his regime might win, each battle along the way,

With the world destroyed, and overrun, with unruly Orcs! Oh, perish the day!

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (April 2024)




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