Village Wardens

In the heart of night, 'neath moonlit sky,
Village defenders stand, ever nigh.
Tirelessly they guard, both day and night,
Through sweltering heat and cold's cruel bite.

In bunkers, where mosquitoes dance,
They hold the line, their steadfast stance.
Single barrels gripped, their trusted might,
Against a foe with weapons of automatic fright.

Beneath the stars, a silent fight,
Village defenders, warriors of the night.
In echoes of gunfire, their valor's heard,
Against odds, they stand, unwavering and absurd.

Through shadows deep, and danger near,
They'll defend their land without a fear.
Single barrels blaze, a resolute breath,
Against the storm, they'll stand 'til death.