Trapped Warriors: A Dark Satire

Two hundred brave martyrs, all tucked in a hole. They kidnapped and

slaughtered, achieved every goal. But now they're quite peckish, the rations are

thin. No hummus, no bullets, no oxygen in. They scoffed at

surrender, "We'll fight 'til the end." But the end's kind of awkward

with no place to send. Oh, all the fighters stuck under the

sand. They massacred families, now need a hand. The world weeps

in Brussels, in Doha they moan. Can't someone please Door Dash a

falafel by drone? La-da-da-da-da-da-da. The tunnels were genius, they all used