Get Up You Filthy Prisoner
Get up you sub-human, you religious filth
Hold your face steady while I aim a spit
Get up you...Before I empty this round in your face
Dirty prisoner of war captured and begging, a soldier's disgrace
Look out yonder, you see how many of your brothers and sisters I killed?
This one here was begging for mercy, a simple civilian.
But collateral damage I say, shots made her powdered away like cinnamon
What? why do you look at me that way? Is it because blood runs from this child's face?
I feel no pity, he was at the right time at the right place!
The more of you degenerates I kill, the more free my country will be
What I do is for God and even your own liberty
I am a soldier, my duty is to protect my country in the name of God
kneel here, shut up and die while I do my job.
Haa, a simple shot to the forehead was all that it took
I had to end his miserable stinking life, beside I hated how he looked
Come on fellas, we did good today
Let's go find s a few native whores and have our way
Booze and bullets, prostitution and rape
Soldiers in other countries, is an accepted grace
Blood and bitches, the sweet smell of burnt flesh and explosion.
While Prime ministers and Presidents meet in secret societies doing under age implosions.
Limbs and organs, scatter across deserts and daughters maiden taken by ten
Frustration builds, hate builds, flags burn, the world hating the anthem
It's time again, soldiers enjoying the blood
Rain falls, dead bodies used as walkways in the mud
Clay and brick buildings once again riddled by shots
Doors kicked open, family members dead, a sister and a brother cringing in the corner like rats
Testosterone shouts at the shaking child as he reaches for his scarf
Wrong action, wrong reaction, automatic rifles begin to bark
Little children, died hugging each other closely
While soldiers cheered on, marking an X on their death count boastfully.
When will it end?
© 2018 Clive Williams