Killers in ArmsA Poem by Trikius...Another morning under the hot desert sun My mind on the job, my hand on the gun With the heart of a boy and the task of a man I take honors and oaths to kill all I can
In the name of my country I make others suffer Because they are poor and of different colors Some ask what would the lord say of my deeds But I only follow Jesus when it suits my own needs
When my master has dreams I make them come true By murdering my brothers for the red,white,and blue We kill mothers and daughters no ones exempt The bullet knows no difference only contempt
I feel so at home in a wolrd set on fire To see others in ruin fulfills my hearts dark desire Heed the warning when the orders come through Or the next bullet I send could be coming for you
Author: M.Rose © 2010 TrikiusAuthor's Note
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Added on March 24, 2010Last Updated on April 12, 2010 AuthorTrikius..., INAboutHello I'm Trikius born and raised in the midwest. I write because it's fun and I try to provoke thought in my readers. A reaction positive or negative is good as long as you make people think. I dont.. more..Writing
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