Over The Top

Written by Nicola Davis

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His helmet now a hoody
His march a practiced slouch
His trench now on the corner
His bullets from his mouth
 
The posters once of glory
Replaced by graffitied tags
Loved one kept the fires burning
Replaced by the local slag
 
His medals now called bling
His trumped now his voice
His snuffbox now a gram of speed
This war fought through choice
 
The quest no longer peace
The men no longer brave
The outcome none the different
The outcome still the grave