This is a poem about the ill treated lives of certain soldiers...
Composed by my camp mate...
I find it really full of anger and helplessness at the same time. Perfect finish!
I sit here in silence
Feeling upset and dejected
Like sheeps we are compliant
Like criminals scorned and objected
I stand here in silence
Feeling angst and revolted
Like martyrs I felt defiant
Like guns put on loaded
Sometimes I'd like to ponder
Why we do the things we do
For Pride and honour I wonder?
Or are we just a bunch of fools?
Unappreciated as we are
We take it in our stride
No heartfelt thanks or gestures
Guess we'll swallow all our pride
Treated like a workhorse
We deserved more than this
Yet unreasonable and coarse
They treat us when they're pissed
Oh why endured such unjust
When its promotion that they lust
Like tools for their future
Them savage wild creatures
So take your time and ponder
Why we do the things we do
For Pride and honour i wonder?
Or are we just a bunch of fools?
Credits: The Fool
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