Tin-foil soldiers
March valiantly
Under citronella sunshine
While white lions roar furiously
Across oceans
And deserts alike
Chipped paint falls pathetically
From an uncared for door
Guarding unknown secrets
Tear-drop rainfall
Waters the backyard garden
Through and through
Driftwood support beams hang
Precariously above our heads
Threatening to end it all
Oil fires spread viciously
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