Battle tanks

In the cramped up space

Of a womb that is stretched

Foetuses fret, profusely sweat

Waiting to be newly born

While a rush of hate

Commands and dictates

Keep rushing through the

Umbilical cord

Bound by duty

And a solemn pledge

Or just out of, aggressiveness

Womb decides to finally respond

It shudders with pain

Pushes and strains

To deliver it’s load of, fire and death

On the unseen world

Waiting outside