Soldier
By Thomas William cornfield
How does it feel?
To shoot that gun.
How do you deal with it?
When the action is done.
Then there's that feeling
Who will be next?
We justify the dealing
Of breaking others necks.
We wave the Red, White, and Blue
Our government teaches us to.
It's ok when you do it for them.
Don't do it for yourself
Or you must pay.
Make No mistake
In what I say
It all belongs to the fools
and
They only loan it to you.
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