A Puppet Hero Poem by Alone Soul

On this hill
I stand still
hold a gun
against my will

strapped within
my willful sin
but to earn my life
I shall kill

why am I here
I do not know
fight against
a friend or foe

a mother's son
a woman's love
bodies I dropped
his life nomore

bodies falling
everywhere
but is it right?
Who is to care?

what if my
turn is next
I think of it
and begin to fear

a coward
a servant
a few more names
I've been dubbed

keep moving
my master yells
obey me
you lazy scrub

will this end
or will I die
one more falls
I hear him cry

there's not much
left in him
vultures await
up in the sky

chilling thoughts
fills in me
bloody hills
look so grim

can do it
nomore now
I beg you master
please let me in