WITHDRAWAL

Out of the pit of night, there comes

A horrid fright, borne from the

Battles and the constant fire fights

The sand, like sponges, soaks the

Blood, while the land is ravaged

from orders up above, but the fighting

continues, while the kin folks at home

remain confused, our sons and daughters

wade through blood, sleep in mud,

all for a war the long went dud.