I am Meat

I am a man who sows death...a farmer of dead bodies.

Raising the scythes, we charge into the battle.

Fighting amongst the paddies filled so high with blood.

Drowning in emotions. Smothering in commanding lies. We are dragged down by duty.

Reload my gun...my closest friend...my guardian from capture.

But it goes by as quick as a bullet, these worries...battle arrives.

Bringing with it a cold and bitter feeling.

Sting of the nose. Powder...Smoke...Fire.

Down the sights, I send death to fly.

Hunting down boys. I am the great consumer of lives.

An ace of spades for you. Bicycle's secret weapon.

We walk tall. Proud machine gun men. Fighters with doubts.

But survival is all action, contemplation breeds fear.

No time to think. Dying in every pull of our triggers. God forgive our damnable souls.

But we are only following order, right? Please tell me that our blood wasn't in vain.

We are all pawns while the Patriots ride their gilded thrones of self-righteousness and greed.

We are judged as demons in our homelands. Misunderstood heroes who braved torture.

Maimed but so very beautiful in our sufferings. Admirable, yet expendable.

The true patriot is the one who dies....because....we are Meat to the populace of the Lady.