Sometimes

SOMETIMES I'm a soldier, who fights on foreign soil, Some say, we're here, because of oil. But, I'll do my duty and proudly serve; Knowing death may await me around the curve. Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. Sometimes we survive, while others must die, Sometimes never knowing the reason why. The rush of combat is a natural buzz, Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was. Hunting one another like wild game, Without a shortage of those to blame. Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick. Sometimes God is asked to intervene, To help stop the savage from being so mean. War is a hell we visit before death Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. There must be a reason man destroys man, But why it is so, I can't understand. Tom Zart