True freedom
they give us
no slaughter
too sacrilegious
the smoke clears
on bloated bodies
I feel safe now
do they want me service
We fought there
in the jungles
I saw nothing
I felt no ennemy
we died there
in the foxhole
my companion
lay bleeding in my arms
so proud
pride so quick to murder
for prosperity
hatred
trained to operate
manually

INVIA LE CORREZIONI