Hope and despair found along a muddy trail.
The noise of pounding feet
All around
Mud splattering flinging flying
Bullets in the air
An obscene charge
Across this field
Fighting to get ahead
Man against man
To get over the line
And win the battle
Suddenly
A slip
A fall
Fallen in the mud
Trampled, crushed, cut
In the mad dash
To be the best
Another casualty
Of war
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