Unknown Soldier

Part II — Back home

His son, boasts,
My father’s a hero,
He loves his country
Naivete shines through
Because what hero
Kills another man’s son
While his own
Doesn’t even know.

These violent delights have but one ending
Trauma, stress, disorder are all in the post
A gun in the mouth, his own, after time spent pretending.

We see rebels, patriots, martyrs in countries we capture
We punish them, banish them
Years later we accept their preaching as our own.

Soldiers are just whores, prostituted for their bodies
Both get fucked for a living
One gets a condom, the other a musket
One goes to bed with a man
The other comes home in a casket.

People starving on the streets,
Homeless and freezing in the cold
Families struggling to make ends meet
A mother and her child sleep in their car
Poverty, grief and hunger in a nation under our feet
While billions are spent on weapons and war.

Terrorism is abhorrent
What we do isn’t terrorism, it’s liberation
Because we wear uniforms
A country in the business of liberation
The world should feel so blessed
With our wmds, nuclear arsenals
We can free them all.

We make movies showing soldiers, sad
We shed tears for them, and sympathise
These people who killed for their country
The movies make millions, blockbusters all
While veterans sit on the street begging, stomachs empty.

These violent delights have karmic endings,
Soon the world will know,
A country with a fool at its helm,
A trump should be an ace in the hole
Not a leader of men.

End

Originally published at http://litaphn.wordpress.com

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