The Regiment
by [REDACTED]
A million feet, more or less
Stomp through the grass.
A thousand millipedes, more or less
move in formation.
The ants cower before the regiment
And the gnats flee.
The rain falls on the good an evil alike
Water does not judge
Tomorrow the war begins again
A battle of life and death
Beneath a cloudless sky.
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