From the day I signed
I am one of them
Are they real people?
I am owned
They have recreated me, into
a heartless, a murderous machine.
My weapon as sharp as my tongue.
Its now my heart
Stab, Slice
I hear the word surrender
I have no mercy
Without looking back
I continue to kill
A coward he was,
A traitor, a disgrace
like thy Macbeth.
No courage to put up a fight
Souls slowly swaying
in the innocent whistle of the wind
From Grey to Red
My knife has turned
Now my heart is darker than darkness
Bombs and guns raining on me.
I do not run, who's to say I shall not
be killed?
I am a device
who can not resist the call
of temptation
I was made this way
I have no switch
Is it right or wrong, who are you to judge?
I am forced to do, as i do
Stand among a river of never ending
soldiers.
Ready to strike
Ready to kill
Ready to eliminate
Am i a noble hero for defending our country?
Or am i a noble hero for standing for who
I am
Sick, twisted creature
born to kill
who am I?
An eternal whisper
You are nothing but
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem