Government

The soldier stood proud
Over the body he had shot
His cries were loud
His gun was still hot.

His foot upon the victim
He wiped his brow of sweat
The soldier looked upon him
He had repaid his debt.

His country had called him
The army and their god
To find and kill them
For terrorism and fraud

They had hurt his country
They had slain his kin
They had committed heresy
The lie burned in his skin

'They are the enemy,
Not a friend of ours
They caused the death of many
They are responsible for your scars.'

'Rid them from here!
Make them know,
We have no fear.
To their desert land we go.'

The soldier contemplated
The words of his commanders
He thought it unjust and decided
To send the family flowers.

But alas he was shot,
As he stepped off his kill.
He was forgotten not,
His memory is here still.

Why did he kill, for who?
Why didn't he relent?
Can they decided what we do?
Owned by government.