Deployed

It's as if someone was talking to you Deep reflective inspiration got the best of you What you're thinking now doesn't matter When you travel it is all up to those who Decide in rash rooms if your life matters. I see you've started thinking about it Good it's time you did Explore this deeper crevice of your mind And the possibilities you'd rather keep hid There's no one to save you now, history repeats. Alas, another soldier will die and grovel at your feet. You'll have to shoot him, stab him, or kick Whatever's left of them at least. So when you tell me war is a game I sigh Because no one that young deserved to die And no one in a country should have to lie Only for the false hope of possibly staying alive. That's through my eyes, blistering cold But with the warmth of humility so old That when someone goes to war they scold At me when I tell them they shouldn't be there.