Inhuman SoldierA Poem by Draven
What does it mean, to be a soldier?
What does it mean it be human? And what is it to be both? What am I in this swirling mass of electrical signals echoing, genetically altered flesh thrashing in the confines of this armor? It is my guardian, it is my tomb. Beneath the visor there is thought, emotions of a machine that cannot feel... What does it mean, to be a soldier? What does it mean it be human? And what is it to be both? © 2014 Draven
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Added on December 23, 2014 Last Updated on December 23, 2014 AuthorDravenMount Sterling, KYAboutHi, I'm Draven. I'm a father, philosopher, artist, writer, poet, and musician. I have a passion for the world and a deep love of all people in it. These are pieces of poetry or bits of writing t.. more..Writing
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