For I Am A Soldier I used to be in the Military

[tyrant_dictator 0]

What manner of life do we treadOnward to lands less traveledMen never met tell me where to goPolicies I never wrote do I defendMy hands are bloodied from the coldMy face burnt from the windSkin chapped and swollenChafed from the unfriendly terrainMemories of home haunt my dreamsLast rites to happiness carry me fartherMy life a chaotic restless fightI, a soldier, never aloneI fight the causes of my leadersTomorrow a new day rising in the EastYesterday now a burning pastBut for today my duty I carryFor I, a soldier, silent and strongNever ask of tomorrowAnd yesterday I try to forget

[SuburbanalCuts 0]

that's cool. Noice poem.