This isn't personal
It's just my job
Just something I signed up for
So I didn't become a slob
What I'm doing now
Isn't up to me
I hope the country won't
Throw another Nam scene
The public's jaded eyes
Miserably fail to realize that
When the jihadi with the bomb device
Tries to turn me into bio-dice
I really have no choice
And scream in a conclusive voice
'Die you mother fucker'
Or he'll prove that I'm a sucker
In a flash I'll pull the trigger
And his life will be no more
His brains are on the concrete
Now I've proven at my core
I'm just a guy in the moment
And that's no wrong doing
I'm not required to make atonement
And no one is suing
So dropp your moral queries
You'll sleep good tonight
Because I'm over here
Fighting your good fight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem