He kisses his wife, he kisses his kids, "Goodbye little ones I go to keep you safe at home I sew the seeds, that freedom needs, with necessary war And liberty's path is paved in bone." A breastplate, a sabre, shanks encased in steel A hell hound's helm in static howl "We go to bring a savage folk nobility and culture Of us, they should have never run afoul" The raw recruit sits next to him, and listens to past glories Upon the galley under sail Soon enough the reach the land of plenty, where he knows Civility will once more fail And he swings his sword The finely honed edge of lust A tool in a greater war Led into the wilds by trust (A soldier does as he must) (Descent fueled with disgust) Cloven skulls Shattered teeth Blood surrounds him No means of retreat FIGHT Fight against the heathens that endanger his life Bringing progress to barbarians and leading them at sword-point march Making of his weapons and his rage, a gift "A gift they don't deserve in a classroom not their choosing A stern lesson may be the only one they learn" Submission is the only way the tutelage is ended Hegemony; "We do it to save our lives Our methods are superior and clearly we deserve to rule" Can't control... battle thirst The thoughts slow... doubts dispersed Rationale... irrelevant Peace does not... even exist The soldier becomes the world's greatest cynic He's seen it all But perhaps there is intrinsic value in life It just could be diversity provides the spice But what would he do, oh what would he say If he looked at the faces of the foes he had slain? The thought consumed him He could not let it be He probed at it as if it were a wound He burned with curiosity His mind conjured an itch That, if not scratched threatened to implode It came upon him after combat A feeling like the one Many men get as they kill, with a hard-on It lasted longer than he thought possible He felt like a starving man trying not to eat a corpse And he reaches his foe Undoes a chinstrap Removes the bassinet UNVEILS A CHILD! A boy not much senior to his own He senses the parallels Grasps the context Loses his sanity which is gone forevermore The face, so beautiful in death pain recedes Serenity is gained to continue past life Children! He'd been killing children He'd never pondered on the youth of his profession Compared to them he was an old-timer Despite the gulf between them His and theirs acted the same Sending boys out killing boys with grown men overseers He knew now What he'd done Was killed the son Of everyone If he changed If he repent He'd be caged By his government For the soldier is sacred But the objector is hated And shunned Until the war is done His whole life... made no sense Deep ingrained... violence Only the war Before we even stood erect Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com