Shadows

Where do you draw the line? An acceptable amount of time before they dress you up and give you a license to kill? No one should hold such power in their hands Extinguishing life for another’s gain They're only following orders At least that's what you say They're only following orders Right into an early grave “Hold til you see the whites in their eyes” There are no respawns here in real life Never again will they know the caress Of the sun upon their skin Their lives cut short by an enemy knife Laid low For what? Your fictitious honor means nothing to the families of the bereaved Mired in their grief A fate worse than a folded flag awaits your return to the country you served Your mind and body broken with no recourse in sight Left begging for the gleam of an enemy knife What are we marching towards besides a world pockmarked with head stones