The Squadron.

We were given certain orders,
We were trained by the best.
We had the thirst for blood on our tounge,
We had to put others, to their rest.

We marched into the field of Hell,
The sun was still a'gone.
We swiped into the sleeping youngs,
The war was almost done.

We cascaded around the quarters,
We marched into the morn.
The enemy was still sleeping,
We sounded the death horn.

The blood trickled thickly,
The screams were silenced quickly.
We swept through easily,
The war was finally done.

When the battle concluded,
We shamed as eachothers foe.
Standing with the flag riding low,
Silently, inside we know wrong.


Yep, how about that. Comments please.