killing fields

the wind that shakes the barley
leaves no stone unturned
exposes everything

as a platoon marches past
it brings along
hope and hardship

in the battle for death
there's no space for the living
to even ponder

what's done been done
but we do get one last chance
to fight for our lives

furthest away from our minds
as mercy was repaid by force
they didn't know they're cornered

now it's now or never
and they full well know
they may never win