Beetles
                         

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The beetles go marching two by two, hurrah! Hurrah!

Beetles

A thousand beetles

scurry up a hill,

Above, a hundred foreign

beetles

wish them ill,

Their rifle sights through slits in concrete bunkers weave,

A spiderweb of fire.

Now grieve each carapace,

dry and still,

As you aspire to one day kill

or die defending your concrete tomb upon the hill,

For your, as every, generation seeks,

Glory to the Strong!

Death to the weak!

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