I can't breathe but I'm breathing, I can't think, but I'm thinking.
What did I trade my life for? For liberty?
Tell me the meaning of liberty, and whose idea of liberty it is.
Dead and rotting before my life has started.
What about democracy? Or decency? Whose idea was that?
Tell us what it is. Tell us what we're dying for.
Would you feel better dead? Or alive but "indecent?"
What is honor? The honor of whom?
If we fight, give us things we can fight for and see, or feel, or just understand.
Keep your ideals, they already run red with the blood of the innocent, who die for their so-called rights.
Rights they'll never collect.
"The noble dead," what do they say?
Did they come back and say how happy they are? That death is better than dishonor?
Getting mutilated and maimed for you country.
They have no right to speak for those who can't.
For those laying in the unmarked graves, for those laying six feet under.
They are fools.
If you sign up to fight, you sign up to die.
It makes no sense.
Killing your loved ones to protect them.
Leaving to try to remember.
Makes as much sense as dying to live.
How do those who died feel?
As they watched death come and take them away.
If you've sold your soul to fight, it better be for a reason important enough for you to be thinking about as you watch the blood leaving your body.
They died crying for life, not thinking about "stars and stripes forever."
I am one of those who died.
For nothing.
I am the living dead.
There's no worth to your life when your dead and rotting away.
I would trade anything for life.
I'll trade decency, democracy, honor, and that damn independence.
You can have the words, I'll take my life.
To feel.
To live.
Dying for principles larger than life.
They're lying to you.
What's noble about death?
It's the end.
You'll never smile, or see another sunset.
You can never be with those you love, you don't have a future.
You're just another side of meat, rotting in the ground.
Stupid enough to think that useless words were better than living.
Than seeing your family.
Than your future.
Than seeing what the world will be like tomorrow.
Because when you're dead, it's the end.
You're gone.
It's all over.