It came in spurts!

                                                                        Attribution: Cpl Russ Nolan RLC/MOD

Image: Grenade Machine-gun fire (here)

What a word!

It came in spurts

Many thought the world was round
Their meager survival was safe and sound

Many sincerely believed but found
they were wrong
A grim discovery
The rude ills of a bully

It came in a din

Not in any ordinary scene

But one of wanton destruction

Meted devoid of compassion

Change of tactics

Made them slick

It was before on the ground

But now the use of drones

Brought it to a higher level

Resulting in upheavals

Fire-power against man

Sufferings that remained

Brushed aside as collateral damage

Lame justification no less

Faulted for consorting

Or so it would seem

With enemies who were cursed

They could not escape the bursts

It came in spurts

Staccato was the word

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