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Thoughts of a Soldier |
| Written by b.k. | |
| Wednesday, 30 July 2008 | |
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No matter how hard I scrub, these hands just won't come clean, stained with the past, of the horrors that I've seen,
The innocent people, the terrified look on their face, imprinted in my mind, impossible to erase,
Bodies all around, friends and enemies alike, all caught in this mess, a neverending fight,
I often wondered, what's the point of this war?, are the things they tell us, really what we're fighting for?,
Or are there alterior motives?, other goals they wish to acheive, reasons completely different, than what they lead us to believe,
"United we stand", "Alive or dead", is it honestly worth, all the blood that's been shed?,
stay by your country, or follow your heart?, this question continues, to split our nation apart,
I look into the mirror, what do i see?, surely not a hero, just the enemy
Copyright 2008 b.k. |
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