I dedicate this poem from inside my tent,
As the desert winds keep it's silhouette bent.
My love of country is at full boil now,
I'd like to describe it but it's hard to know how.
Tomorrow I'll hunt those who enjoy our death,
Cursed by their hatred and foulness of breath.
I don't care if it's another God they serve,
For their crime's retribution is what they deserve.
Their horde survives by a different set of rules,
Though soon they'll learn the fate of murderous fools.
Proudly I serve my homeland and president,
Who I've sworn to defend one hundred percent.
While haunted by visions of what I must do,
I fight for justice, and the red, white, and blue. |
