Soldiers Freedom

Standing in the trenches, The sweat running down my face, I adjust my steel pot and increase my marching pace, The day is hot, steamy across the land, you can see the heat, on the distant sands, My M-16 rifle is beside me, I carry it so, because the enemies of freedom, are endless across the land, They want to enslave us all, under a blanket of their inept ideology, However their army of misfits, Will fall one by one. Until freedom is boundless, prevalent, and wall-to-wall, this soldiers job will never be done, An endless struggle of epidemic proportions, For freedom of the mind, heart, and soul suffers defeat; Without the soldier's devotion to protect freedom and liberty for all. Razorblade © 2011