
The simple truth.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Tragedy - Words: 239 - Published: 09-11-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2951308
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11th Sept 2011 Warfare
I never meant forgiveness
When I stood there all alone
And faced down all the devils
That dared to threaten home
And I never meant compassion
When I saw a soldier fall
Instead the gun reloaded
And I blasted at them all
I, Sunday rules discarded
When faggots laid to fire
With the women, children
Encased in funeral pyre
The hell unleashed upon us
Uncalled for, not deserved
Although who governs calls us
Demands our country served
'Tis they who ought to suffer
Encased within that flame
For treacherous and bloody
They put us all to shame
We the country people
But poor folk, and quite plain
Did never ask for madness
Nor ever ask for pain
Blinded by loyal duty
Our country seemed to call
And we came out in our thousands
And so in thousands fall
But not for German troubles
And not for Afghan's spoil
Did we enslave our bodies
And souls for grevious toil
Our blood a precious substance
We spill upon the ground
And yet those who command us
Are traitors all around
For money, and for power
Not patriotic good
They call us to the slaughter
And grasping what they could
Leave the country barren
And the city torn
Thus heralding the darkness
That marks a bloody morn
Like vultures to the carrion
A hyena to the feast
The bankers claim the profits
And leave the slaves deceased
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