The Soldier

The scars on my body will address
And the blood on my hands will confess
The pride in my heart will not protest
Pride in my country
I fight for the rest

I fight for the poor, the ones in need
I fight for my family, whose mouths I feed
I fight for my friends, my neighbors, my acquaintances

I fight for liberty
I fight to be free
I fight because tough is what I was taught to be

That is what I tell myself when I look around to see
Dirt and dead bodies staring back at me
And I think to myself, is this liberty?
And I wonder if one day it will be my body someone sees