I pity the soldier
but not with derision
too young so alone
shouldn't make the decision
Untold the true reasons
unable to choose
just whose interests he'll serve
for whose life he may lose
We're fighting for freedom!
he's taught to believe
but from foreign oppressors
not hard to achieve
So he fights against terror
and an evil temptation
with God on the side of
the world's greatest nation
On far away threats
he drops bombs by the drone
while the real danger's very much
closer to home
More often than not
the young soldier is poor
yet the wealthy make quite
a fine living at war
Thus henceforth expect
that the wars shall not cease
'til we make the rich fight
just to watch them make peace.
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