The lucky ones-are aware of its existence-

Can not speak, nor be felt-but it's presence-ever so persistent-

Can be witnessed-come generations-

Bares demands-and expectations-

Variable-across borders-

Immortalized-via recorders-

Can be noticed-in a rattle-

And marked in history-with every battle-

Will inevitably-see you to the ground-

And march on-never making a sound-

The End

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