War Toys

When humans become robots,

One can hear the deafening blast

That arouses mechanic muscle spasms

And clenches veins, threatening to burst

That is when the man hardens,

Where he plunges into infernal hypothermia

And that gathering of his pulse

Quickens enemy strike, a repulse

That sheds every soft core of his being

Until every man is no more

But a toy soldier in a World War.