I am a frightened misguided martyr
Crouching behind the wind of the desert
My trembling hand grasps tight my death stick
Time to man up
I thought I was ready but now I feel sick
Prepared to lay down in honor of death
I try hard to focus on the mission at hand
But I don’t understand
Why I came to die in some foreigners land
With sweat on my fingers now crusted with sand
Ready to finish what someone else started
No place to be when you’re of the good hearted
I have to kill to liberate this land
And I have no idea where the fuck I am
Or why
Trained to kill
Trained to die
Heart of a lion
A soldier am I
Sand in my boot
Wind in my eye
Where is my enemy
I want him to die
How did I get here so angry and unsure
I’ve strayed much to far from my manger
In the name of country in the name of Christ
I’m willing to end the life of some stranger
Who am I that I can choose who should die
Who is he to decide my fate
None of that matters
Everything’s rotten
I’m trained to kill
When I get home I just may continue the thrill
Or maybe I’ll just be forgotten
Trained to kill
Trained to die
Heart of a lion
A soldier am I
Sand in my boot
Wind in my eye
Where is my enemy
It’s his turn to die
But as I peer through the scope I see just a boy
I think he’s as misguided and younger than me
Who sends a child to march straight into death
Then I remembered the politician said “We”
Well where the fuck is he?
Having family dinner while I stand to die
Again all I can think is WHY?
Trying hard to remember who told me to come here
And the reason they sold me to the grim reaper
While they are campaigning I fell into shit
They make the news while I keep sinking deeper
So a politician can stand by his words–
Make me president of the United States
I’ll increase the enemy death rates
I will put an end to war
I will destroy the terror
With the help of your children
Your sons and daughters
We may lose a few
Just a small error
Collateral damage is something to be
Collateral damage that’s me
The proud and few the dearly departed
Young men and women discarded
Up at the podium they offer a promise
All who oppose us shall rise and then fall
Bloods a small price to pay for our oil
So I shook a sandy blood clot
From my combat boot
Steady as she goes it’s my turn to shoot
Any enemy soldier I have in my sight
In my dead mans scope just off to the right
I will not allow him one day to grow older
My death stick poised on my shoulder
As I pull the trigger to cancel his life
Which now belongs to me
Aligned down my cold metal barrel
Get ready to die bitch
But wait!
A second before I take him out
Something makes me stop
Jesus Christ he’s just a kid
Just a frightened young boy
He doesn’t want this shit either
I made a mistake
I hesitated
I waited
Now its too late
I close my eyes but I see a bright light
There’s no more to feel its the end of my flight
This is the day of my very last battle
The sound from my lungs is the fearsome death rattle
I’m slipping away as all the crazy noise fades
No more killing no more raids
No more trembling in fear
Then it struck me why I was so fucking jaded
Because it’s for oil in which young kids blood has been traded
Peace is a hard concept to understand. We have to believe it, to live it, to sacrifice for it. We’ve come to believe that killing and being ready to die is the path to peace, but there is strength and bravery in using words and reason instead of bombs and murder. Be the best humanity can be and strive for peace, not war. Love Y’all, keep believing and keep dreaming. Slow and steady wins the PEACE