by Reggie
Published on: Apr 15, 2003
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Type: Poetry

Fear and anguish is the least bit of my worries
Nightmares and horror is but an eye shut away
Rage, hate and anger is my only allowed emotion
I am trained in the art of hatred because I am a soldier

I crave to murder and call it duty
I kill bread winners and claim to protect the family
I torture and inflict terror and pretend to love humanity
I torment lives and kill because I am a solider

I stand for honor or is it power I demand
I build malicious weapons for the sake of power
I torture the innocent for the sake of honor
I destroy hopes, dreams and lives because I am a solider

My fate asks for me to be evil and vengeful
My career asks for me to be destructive and vicious
My pride asks me to be unforgiving and merciless
Yet I stand and say I am a soldier

There is no honor in hate
Yet I have found honor in war
There is no pride in murder
Yet I have found pride with my bullet
This is my honor and pride because I am a solider

I go to war to kill because I say I value life
Only the death from my nationality is terrorism
The death of other innocent people is unfortunate
Unfortunate because they are voiceless and I am a solider

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