Walk slowly through the open fields of town
Keep my attention directed at the dirty ground
Heads bowed in line as all keep our stares down
Never made to stop until every bit is found
Mission exact or as vague as hell
Step back, they say as they notice more
What’s in front or back, no one can tell
Sometime I wonder what we do this all for
Find and collect to seemingly no avail
Paperwork discrepancies, unacceptable for the files
Abandoned where others decided to bail
I’ll find no rewards after painstaking miles
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