Dying to Meet You

Came in this morning high on a bird's wing. Wide open minded but still quite aware. Followed the sunrise right through from dawning. Picking out landmarks that said I was there. Lead to positions by stern faced leaders. Who never let one smile depart from their face. Then with an arm raised the slaughter is started. One or two crack up and start to cry. A selfishness breeds in this cesspool of sorrow. Every few moments I see a friend die. Synchronized watches flash in the sunlight. As into the battle we are all led. Killer, killer, you keep your thoughts at bay. Maiming and destroying every single day. Is this the way that you get your fun slaying. Waylaying in the heat of the midday sun. Get out, get out, go and do your job. Rape and pillage, squander all and rob. You make me sick, getting paid for murder. But you wouldn't lay a finger on your mother No, you'll never ever dream to hurt her. Hero, hero, you have done so well. So sit back and lick your wounds, because you won't go to Hell. Take your medal, wear it now with pride. Consolation for the pain and sin you feel inside.