The Jarring, Dream-Like Symphony

Drum on the walls, chant your chants, sob in your sleep on these long nights Stay young, Oh Warmen Pack your survival kit with a rat-a-tat-tat and a happy tune on this gloomy afternoon The pots and pans in the mess hall go bang-bang, crash-crash while the plates go clink-clink Move out, away from the base, toward the field Your friends are fatigued But they can't drag their feet Can't make that husha-hush sound like the coarse sandpaper Those explosions come with a loud BANG! That gunfire comes with a deep PEW-PEW! Your friend moans like the half-demolished building ready to fall down & be done So it hits the ground, totally crumbling The rocks and metal scrape together like two cats' screech & hiss Your friend along with it You become faint The screams and yells are muffled It's like the band is playing in the distance Their instruments clash together with such cacophonous sounds There's no difference between that and two metal machines fighting to the death You're out like a light, you almost hear the switch's click-click And while this fight is so dissonant--BANG BANG CRASH CRASH Stay young, Oh Warmen (Inspired by: "Jazz Fantasia" by Carl Sandburg)