Poet Soldier

Poet soldier, what is your name?
Your number on the badge with the silver frame?
Express your aggressions by pulling the trigger,
while your inspiration grows bigger and bigger.

Sing of the children with blown-off faces.
Sing of the blood filling up your traces.
Adore the scenery of irrational war,
and explain to your parents what the rapes are for.

Of course it's natural that when you fight,
the sound of rock'n'rolls through the night.
The songs will blunt your sanity and ears,
but being sane is a common fear.

Poet soldier, look me in the eye,
and tell me you fight cause you're proud of why.
That you stand for a cause of moral issues,
Just hard to find among demolished tissues.

No one wants to hear that in fact you're afraid.
That you joined the army as to run away.
That this videogame gives you nightmares like no other,
that when your friends drop dead no one seems to bother.

Poet soldier, is this your life?
Reach for your gun, and then reach for your knife.
Defend yourself till the minute you fall,
make sure that they know you don't regret it at all.

Poet soldier, now what d'you make of this?
An entire country on your mercenary list.
No where to hide, soon there's no where to go
for a soldier like you, as you very well know.

Reality bites once you meet it out there.
Not like it sounded from the recruiting officer.
Watch your friends taking bullets and dying,
Making new friends has lost the use in trying.

Now don't you say you don't wanna go home.
After all this mess, and these sandy storms.
Poet soldier, here you have no name.
You're an anonymous face in a picture frame.

When you die that's the last of you we will hear.
We'll all have forgotten in the next few years.
So be poetic, be a hero,
protecting the memory of US Ground Zero.

But do me a favour before you do so,
turn off the music in the danger zone.
At least be respectful and realise it's war
And let those who die keep their dignity for sure.

Bye bye soldier, poet in soul,
Remember my words in your quest for gold.
Know this is wrong if you ever grow old.
Don't let your kids be like you or so.

Poet Soldier, you should split.
Those two words just will not fit.
If you're looking for comfort, this isn't it.
But I hope you've got your eyes up.
Throw away the list.
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