Work in Progress

I keep hearing about the problems out there about who's fighting what how bad and where...
No one realizes the soldiers fighting for their lives out there does anybody care
no one
Its like whatever we do nobody ever comes through for soldiers like me and you.
They train us to kill and automatically we aren't supposed to care but who else will step forward without us being there
no one
Once again we stand alone against the forces of people today
who always think of us as killers yeah like they can relate
I know we think about what we're doing day after day
and when we get home expecting people having something to say and they'll tell you
We think its unreal how you guys can just shoot to kill without any remorse and you wonder why your wives always want a divorce
I hope y'all understand the pain through this poem
Because us soldiers have always been the one's bleeding alone
Death is our trade
and people always think passion is above our pay grade
well screw em
for all of you who have supported us had a voice for trust and held your soldiers hand through this much
I would like to say i am honored to fight for a handful of people who understand the curse and know that it will only get worse
because
Nobody cares how or why we work so hard its like we always never have time
because we always work overtime and we're dead and we're dying for you

The End
Work in Progress