We were guarding our side.
The guns were our allies,
and we aligned our aim
with their sight
to obliterate the other side.
The demolishing war had rendered
gory sands of killings.
We heaved shells to the other side,
whispering them to void the
resuscitation of our enemies.
Our rivals had been battered
but they retaliated
and blood seeped in through the
altruistic wall of our comrades.
Smoke shields were diffused,
artillery shells were aimed,
percussions reverberated
and we enjoyed playing our game,
never envisaging
the real pain of a war.
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