Ground Force Gaza

Another volley of stones.

It’s frightening.

Lucky we’re protected 

with our body armour.

Lucky we’re safe inside our tanks.

Frightening though.

So many stones.

Such big rocks lobbed 

by such little people.

We’re not allowed to kill them

if they’re under twelve.

And orders are orders.

But it’s difficult to tell

sometimes.

Could be worse though.

Could be in a war zone

with phosphorus flying

and armour piercing shells

doing more than scratch the paint.

We could be fried alive in our tanks

then.

But now,

here,

only us can do the frying.

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