'Boot Boot Boot …'
A sound without end …
A world without friend
Distant howls poke at the silence
Breaths heavy, brows sweaty
Mocking our lungs
In out … Out in …
Breathless …
In out … Out in …
Merciless …
Ants float across the barren brown,
A black stream of fire-men,
'Boot, boot, boot …'
A sound without end …
A world without friend …
In dread, onwards we tread …
We refuse the excuse
That we have no power to choose
Ahead – we plod
Heads bowed … wills un-sold
Our boots are telling the story