Volunteers.

by triune37   Jan 11, 2008


These are the moments, when time seems to stop,
when the ink on my pad forces itself to become reality watch,
different sand same box, different jail same lock,
we defend the freedoms of other countries but we can't even be free,
E-1,2,and 3 4 to 9 officers alike we're all one of a kind,
and confined to the same prison, but ranked by a number,
and in all to keep order they raped our name from us,
so i refer to myself as my last so I'd forget my first,
you seeing the big picture now we just go with what works,
political propaganda, set the parameters
and anything out of those lines will damage ya,
article 15's to alter behavioral actions
some given out for superior satisfaction
disciplinary detours disrupt the lives of many
so occupations after the first life is fast food if any,
17, 18 , and all the way to 20 but wait,
you can't drink now but you can go die for us,
its weird isn't it do as i say not as i do,
red, white, and blue, we bleed this,
future Americas leaders,
and don't get it twisted i ain't anti-military
but we all been created equal except in the military,
see the freedoms of civilians that they tend to neglect,
we in the military pay those same freedoms respect,
so we raised our hands and went where no one dared, places of pain, lost friends, war and despair,
and above all we endure blood sweat and tears,
but its okay because we are all volunteers.

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