WS (26/09/1978 / Australia)

Incumbent

Always the soilder,
to fight your war.
You leave me; gripped wide,
like your encumbered whore.

Laughter silenced
fear was never drowned.
The soldier stands clear;
Is that your rock'n roll band?

Inhibited spirit
dissolved by your soul.
A mouthful of sand,
is like your blatant hold.

Falling politely,
never rattled a sound.
Where did it come from?
Are you holding your ground?

Plight for vengeance.
Vicious is meek.
At your mortal end,
but this is your week!

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