What orders would you obey
Lawful ones you do say
But what if strikes in your craw
Wanting from you even more
To do something that may be
Destruction of a vital thing you see
Maybe the push of a button made
To wipe the earth of enemies that fade
So who are you if you make this your all
Is your soul stained forever by this call.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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