Unconventional Means

An eerie sounds rings out across

A silent field,

An omen of death.

But the soldiers have already

Given their rational minds

To their country.

They are already gone.

Enemy lines smear their faces

With friendly blood,

And the smell of gunpowder spreads

As the soldiers lay

In their unkempt trenches,

Killing the free-thinking mind

With every day

That kills my hope.

But we can't lose,

Us in the country I was born

We will find any way necessary

To meet a wanted end.

We will murder...

Innocents, those that are guilty,

No one will live.

For if you aren't one of us

Your life

Means

Nothing.

We will massacre our enemies,

And "accidentally" our allies too,

Collapsing from the inside

As we cry out against the injustice

We as a people support,

Paying from our pockets to sustain it.

We'll all rely on them when in a bind

To have us win, despite the casualties.

Fellow humans,

Enemy soldiers.

We'll kill all

Even through unconventional means.

I'm ashamed to be one of them,

For they made me a murderer before my first breath

Was ever taken...

I carry their sins.

Kill me before I kill you.

I want you to live.