Warrior Poem by Michael Stevens

i am a warrior
an unstoppable force that has a will of its own
trained in the vicious and brutal ways of war
and yet i have the discipline to remain civilized
with a wave of my commanders hand i rush forward
and in a blink of YOUR eyes everything you knew was gone
your cities demolished, your vegetation burned and your cultures with it
it would be difficult to believe that where the ash lay now
used to be just another town where normal people lived
i am just one and there are many of us
we are the voices of fate, the hands of god, the determining evil of satan himself
we are the legion of past present and all future warriors
no one can understand the importance of our existence but us
when the norm populous believe war is not necessary
it is we who rush forward because we are the ones who know
peace isnt something spread by politics and negotiators
peace is earned by blood. rivers and oceans of red determination.
its unfortunate thats the truth of the world
we are the ones who earn the hatred of the things we protect
we are the ones who die for your rights
we are what we are
we are WARRIORS