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Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
I can be short and sometimes hot. When displayed, I rarely impress.
Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
What is long and slim, works in light. Has but one eye, and an awful bite?
What asks but never answers?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.