What we are

March 14, 2015

we call ourselves warriors-

but what do we fight?

disease, enemies-

but none of that's right.

we fight for land,

freedom (in vain),

we kill each other

for some stupid gain.

blood is spilled,

and wars are fought,

we're filled with hatred

as we dig our own plots.

one after

another,

after another,

after another.

we say its pride,

we say its whats best-

but this kid can't see

how we are better than the rest.

invade and conqueror,

machine guns and death,

we send more people out,

we come back with even less.

tears and

blood soaked souls-

seems like the real cost

of the ambitious goals.

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