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The anxious edge, a serving outpost Eager to prove its loyalty. Their virtue misunderstood In an age which demands no great sacrifice. Willing obedience, cradled in their past, Is ever in their mind. In the simple moments of the working day, The darker moments between rest and sleep, They think for themselves: Those we served are about to betray us For them we gave our youth, stood by Their side without questioning. |
