Soldier At War Poem by John Vogel

The acrid smell of burning flesh assaults my nostrils as smoke rises
the stoked fires of hell built on bodies, empty shells of hope dyin
I grope blind in the night, mind divided inside trying to understand
why I fight, why my eyes witness the sight of human lives dying at my hand
then the other side of me reminds me this is for the best, I guess
the president says we must persist in this to eliminate the terrorist
incriminating fear in us that we seem to be the enemy we keep hearin of
killing indiscriminately anyone who dares to oppose us, do we care enough
to stop and share our love, hear the voice of those we're told are enemies?
no, that's insanity... our goal is to eliminate the threat and not to think
not to blink at this act of atrocity, it's all for the better of society
so try to believe the tears I'm crying is just smoke in my eyes you see
cause I got to be this war machine, can't let thoughts get the best of me
never confess to be anything less then infantry, trained to kill, Rest in Peace
never stress that these homicidal acts might actually be insane in any way
my job is not to think, I am a Soldier, my job's to kill for the U.S of A.