As we march on to the battle field, <br />All in synchronised steps of war, <br />Remembering the chants we sang, <br />In the training we’d done before, <br /> <br />Straight into the action, <br />Frontline soldiers we proudly are, <br />Fighting for our country, <br />Left with wounds that leave us scarred, <br /> <br />As we cross no-mans land, <br />Dead bodies lying all around, <br />The bass line of the bombs, <br />As they repeatedly hit the ground, <br /> <br />Like being in a night club, <br />Filled with drum and bass, <br />But this is the music, <br />That kills the human race, <br /> <br />As we listen to the music, <br />We compose some of our own, <br />Having the same effect on the opposition, <br />Just wishing to go home, <br /> <br />Why can’t we put a stop to this? <br />A game that could be apocalyptic, <br />And join together in harmony, <br />And be more optimistic, <br /> <br />But until that day eventually comes, <br />I’ll fight for this country of mine, <br />Listening for the music, <br />Of the dreadful drum ‘n’ bass line.<br /><br />Darren Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-we-march-to-drum-and-bass/
