Good Riddance

True freedom
they give us
no slaughter
too sacrilegious
the smoke clears
on bloated bodies
I feel safe now
do they want me service
We fought there
in the jungles
I saw nothing
I felt no ennemy
we died there
in the foxhole
my companion
lay bleeding in my arms
so proud
pride so quick to murder
for prosperity
hatred
trained to operate
manually