White Feather
A child's play
an instict to hone
To survive
A primevile urge
Country so deep
Innocent training ground
So to emerge
Hunting man verse man
A white feather's
blowing in the wind
Cries from a far
On barbed wire fence
Through the night
Helpless no defence
Personal grudge
To take her out
An extra round
Will leave no doubt
A white feather's
blowing in the wind
Mind in the bubble
Hands stays still
One shot and
There is one more kill
Screams from the purple
In the scars
Silence the
Silver in the stars
He'll survive
Rations run low
Crawling concealed
Ant's eat alive
A general's fate is sealed
New challenge set
Out upon the hill
Reflex so true
Blinking eye to eye
A white feather's
Blowing in the wind
Mind in the bubble
Hands stays still
One shot and
There is one more kill
Screams from the purple
In the scars
Silence the
Silver in the stars
He'll survive