The men are marching one by one hurrah, hurrah
The men are marching one by one hurrah, hurrah
The men are marching one by one
The ones who stop get bit by the gun
And they all are marching down to the ground
The men are dying two by two hurrah, hurrah
The men are dying two by two hurrah, hurrah
The men are dying two by two
The ones who don't get bit by the dew
And they all are marching down to the ground, dying without a sound
The men are questioned three by three hurrah, hurrah
The men are questioned three by three hurrah, hurrah
The men are questioned three by three
Their ways reminiscent of savagery
And they all are marching down to the ground, dying without a sound, torturers going to town
The men are bleeding four by four hurrah, hurrah
The men are bleeding four by four hurrah, hurrah
The men are bleeding four by four
The weakest ones are left at the door
And they all are marching down to the ground, dying without a sound, torturers going to town, wearing a permanent frown
The men are freezing five by five hurrah, hurrah
The men are freezing five by five hurrah, hurrah
The men are freezing five by five
The ones who don't still fight to survive
And they all are marching down to the ground, dying without a sound, torturers going to town, wearing a permanent frown, emotions going round and around
The men are fighting six by six hurrah, hurrah
The men are fighting six by six hurrah, hurrah
The men are fighting six by six
The ones who don't just bet for the kicks
And they all are marching down to the ground, dying without a sound, torturers going to town, wearing a permanent frown, emotions going round and around, praying to be found
The men give up seven by seven hurrah, hurrah
The men give up seven by seven hurrah, hurrah
The men give up seven by seven
The ones who don't are still far from heaven
And they all are marching down to the ground, dying without a sound, torturers going to town, wearing a permanent frown, emotions going round and around, praying to be found, falling down
The bodies are found one by one hurrah, hurrah
The bodies are found one by one hurrah, hurrah
The bodies are found one by one
Lying apart baking in the sun
And the families fall down, to the ground, crying without a sound, funerals planned in town, seeing their permanent frowns, emotions going round and around, praying for more to be found
And they all are falling down
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PoesíaPeople will lie to you and tell you that everything will be okay. They'll tell you some bullshit story of how they were a troubled young adult and how they grew out of it. The thing is, nothing is ever going to be 100% okay. But for most of us, the...
