Well, we heard the big guns roar behind the battle line;
Every member of the Corps, by our officer’s design,
Affixed his bayonet to his trusty laser gun.
The order, as of yet, had not come to anyone,
But we knew we’d have to charge at the foemen’s barricade,
So, in battle armor large, in a phalanx we arrayed.
Our satellites looked down at the enemy’s artillery
Which was set up in a town that our cavalry would pillory.
The UAV’s report went directly to the Colonel
(Who was resting in the Fort, with an injury internal)
The plan that he devised had been centuries rehearsed,
It would have been recognized by Napoleon the First.
But for every gee-whiz gadget, and with all of our technology—
The upper management has yet to send us an apology.
The strategies they made were completely obsolete
And so our whole brigade met a horrible defeat.
All our battle droids broke ranks, and we knew our fate was sealed–
So we took our hover tanks and retired from the field.
This poem makes me a little uncomfortable, because I could see it being misinterpreted as making light of warfare. It’s not meant that way. Rather, it’s supposed to be making fun of science-fiction movies, novels, games etc. where they have all this advanced technology and use maneuvers that would have been primitive in the 1700s.