A Soldier's Poem
How many times have I looked at these blood-stained battlefields and wondered,
Is this right?
How many times have I pulled the trigger and wondered,
Is this right?
How many graveyards have I filled and wondered,
Is this right?
How many people cry at night, for the lives I took away
And cry out loud this silent message,
Is t his fair?
To have lived life as only a puppet, I wonder,
Is this fair?
To be programmed to only obey, I wonder,
Is this fair?
To be able to feel, nothing, left empty inside, I wonder
Is this fair?
To be left with the angry voices of those whom lives I had destroyed and hurt, I wonder,
Is this fair?
And to have been dealt this damnable hand, a life not of my own. I wonder,
Is this fair?