A Grunt
A cowardly grunt,
clad in orange and red,
born as a runt,
of the covenant.
Wielding a pistol,
but clumsy and stupid,
easily killed by a missle,
the weapon does not make a warrior.
Lazy soldiers sent out to fight,
only trying to live,
they fight but they die,
that's all they can give.
But he or she has a life,
they are indiviual creatures,
breathing cold methane, but thinking of warm dreams,
each and every one of them has a unique feature.
Even though they are not good warriors,
they are loyal, friendly, and sometimes even strong,
everyone thinks of them as nothing,
everyone is wrong.