A touching poem, that says what has to be said--
I am a soldier.
I was your hero.
I protected you against terror,
from a never to be known enemy;
supposedly, trying to kill us.
I had to go to war,
while you stayed home.
I fought valiantly,
while you were afraid and relieved.
I got traumatized, injured, or killed;
while you got peace of mind (or did you)?
You made money for those who own you.
You played big brother to an ancient evil,
and protected them.
You supported oppressive regimes in the Middle East.
You tried to switch people's souls,
by saving them from nothing.
You covered up the mistakes of your father.
You lied all along the way,
cause you had to have it your way.
You found nothing you looked for.
You distracted, deceived, and tried to save face.
You were born again,
while others will continue to die for your sins.
You accomplished nothing!
You resolved nothing!
Nothing worth while will ever come out of your mistakes!
You will be exposed, before this is over.
The truth will be heard.
You are nothing, Neocon-Man. Nothing.
Your gain. My pain.
The Haves, versus the Have-Nots.
One gets. One gives.
What a price I had to pay,
for your ego and greed.
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