The Yellow Footsteps

The bus enters Hell in the dark of the night.

Dozens of teenagers are in for a fright.

A vicious sergeant enters the bus door,

‘GET OFF!!! YOU WANNA BE IN MY MARINE CORPS???’

‘MOVE!!! TO MY YELLOW FOOTSTEPS! FAST AS YOU CAN!!!’

To the yellow footsteps all of them ran!

‘ON MY YELLOW FOOTSTEPS!!! SHUT UP IN MY LINE!!!’

‘GIVE YOUR SOULS TO GOD! YOUR PUNK LIVES ARE ALL MINE!!!’

They stood on footsteps where thousands stood before,

Some never made it, some were killed in a war.

‘LOCK YOUR SLIMY BODIES! EYES FRONT AND FREEZE!’

‘ARMS AT YOUR SIDE! FEET AT 45 DEGREES!’

Dozens of boys were paralysed in fear,

All thought as one, ‘What am I doing here?’

Have I come to pay for my sins?

There were no smiles, there sure were no grins!

On the yellow footsteps shook a quaking herd.

‘DON’T MAKE A MOVE UNTIL I GIVE THE WORD!’

Learning obedience was why they were there,

The next step was to remove all of their hair.

The herd moved fast, accompanied by shouting,

Would they survive? The herd were all doubting.

The yellow footsteps were where it all began.

The boy on the footsteps transformed to a man…

FIN

Author Notes: Happy 248th Birthday, Devil Dogs!