Here Come SoldiersA Poem by David the writer
We march all day, and night
We fight for what's right If the propaganda fed to us is true Which is why we're killing you Swords and knives ready With me, or against me We're unit A candle brightly lit A stab to the chest A bullet hole in the breast Here come soldiers Government's paid killers My son died in a war yesterday Fighting against the wholesome way We don't want democracy And that's a choice we decree But they can't hear us over their guns blazing The power of propaganda's amazing Take a free man, and hypnotize him So he can as told, rip limb from limb A stab to the chest A bullet hole in the breast Here come soldiers Government's paid killers The future never seemed so near The end is what we fear Nuclear warfare But does anyone still care We're paid politicians and we want our wallets fed And if that means killing everyone, we'll paint the earth red It's not about the people, it's about the green And there's no amount fulfilling ever seen A stab to the chest A bullet hole in the breast Here come soldiers Government's paid killers It's a laugh riot, a real funny bone tickler Even more so than Hitler! And just to think, I started this all With just one easy phone call It's true, it's me The devil you'll never see I told one man to blow up another, and that other man the same So, it's begun, my favorite game A stab to the chest A bullet hole in the breast Here come soldiers Government's paid killers © 2013 David the writer |
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Added on October 24, 2013 Last Updated on October 24, 2013 AuthorDavid the writerOKAboutMy profile was rated This Page is Rated PG-13 www.writerscafe.org/David_ Lets101 Quizzes - Online Quizzes Welcome to my profile! Get your groceries, and get out! Hey guys! So, I'm not o.. more..Writing
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