Ambush
There we were marching down a trail
The world around us had fog as a veil
We were travelling the road on the way to battle
When the sound was broken with a tremendous rattle
Everyone scattered but for some it was to late
The ones of us left were aware of their fate
Masked men came from the bush all around
And blasted us down to the ground.
By Daniel Morrow
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