Dividing the Battlefields

by Donald Pastures

Veins of blackened steel we bled Pooling blood and dripping lead Ripping through flesh and piercing bone The battlefields our final home

Rockets leaped across the skies They see no evil tell no lies Once they hit upon the ground The king is heard from all around

Rounds leap from trigger pulls Crippling enemies, felling foes Bodies crunching under their feet The queen is who you soon shall meet Bases rocketing from the ground

Fortifications all around Rooks preventing your success Engineers on the defense

Gases leaking from their ranks Driving fearful foes insane Knights leaping over your heads Dragoon warriors coming next

Dashing between your lines Leaving splatters far behind Falling in battle before we dismount The bishop making these treads count

Arcing over pawns heads Raining their missiles, pumping down lead Flying high above the best Aviation’s raining death

Up up in the skies Enemy’s missiles flying high If it flies, it’s gonna die ADA, your eye in the sky