A letter to US Marines Who are you? Who send you? What’s your mission? Do you help? Do you build? or just demolition Are you Angels?....men? or another nature from hidden dimension I can’t understand, I don’t want to understand your reality I will not accept your shining, exciting identity I will not consider or respect your ability and capacity You are made to kill, to destroy, to make occupation You are made to serve thieves, to serve criminals and chiefs of damnation Blood is your mission, massacre is your mission, and death is your mission Every army works in its country’s frontiers All soldiers all military men except volunteers Men of honor and courage went away homes to stop blood and tears Who are you then? Who are you people? What’s your mission? Where do you go? What’s your destination? Anywhere? Everywhere?You move according to a simple unworthy information You fire, you strike. You start operation After a while you smile, meanwhile you lie, at the end you fly Yes you fly, bearing with you your dishonor Leaving behind you a smell of fire and pictures of real horror You tough soldier, filled with iron and technology, you’ll end as a true wanderer By S.Ouyougoute
Posted on: Sun, 08 Sep 2013 09:42:55 +0000
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