Trapped, violently caught in a land

Of morbid sights

Where the warfare is entity



Expendable soldiers

Who are shot and blown apart

Only now to become



Human Sandbags



Serving as protection for

Protection for the living

To survive



Human Sandbags!



The epidermal hide

Absorbs the bullets of the enemy



A rotten pile o dead humans

Is the blockade

Fir survival, survival



Piled to become living

Expendable soldiers

Who are shot and blown apart

Only now to become



As the bodies soon become dismembered

From the enemy fire

As the soldiers find themselves

Trapped in a putrid stench

Excavating organs

Soon become camouflage



Your comrades roll beside you

Frightened you cannot move

And shot like all the rest

Now piled to become



A Human Sandbag!



A rotten pile o dead humans

Is the blockade

For survival