Human Sandbags - Deeds of Flesh

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