Ronald Deuster



I am a man of flesh and blood
But my live is no good
I am an legionair do not care
Do not share
Don't do it for the money
Do it for the trill
Do it for the kill
I am a war machine that lives on adrenaline
We don't go to haven
We go to hell
There is where we are well
We are hated
We are de grated
We are the dirt of the world
That is what people are told
But it isn't us the one's in hell
It is your government that will us tell
You fighting for us, when we tell you to kill.
We dont fight for money, we fight for the trill
And because it is govenments will
The have trained us well
So we can create HELL.

Poem Submitted: Monday, December 1, 2008
Poem Edited: Sunday, December 19, 2010

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