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An Unquestioning Loyalty

November 15, 2012
By Shaft BRONZE, Washington, District Of Columbia
Shaft BRONZE, Washington, District Of Columbia
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Oddly enough, this set was inspired by my reaction to V for Vendetta. The book placed heavy emphasis on the effect that unquestioning loyalty has on a person or group of people, and that reminded me of a similar situation that our nation currently faces.

1.
On the war-torn plains he beckons me
In the trenches he draws near
He calls himself the harbinger
Of what, I do not fear.
For in his Darkness there is Light
No need for war or arms to fight
And in the slumber he bestows
there is no Heaven nor Hell below.
He does not judge by rank or skin
For when the light grows slowly dim
He welcomes all before his gate,
Who sum up courage and face their fate
And I look at him, his face white as snow
There is no emotion, there is no soul
Yet, I know this face which stares at me
It’s my comrades, friends, and enemies
I look into his face and I see myself.

2.
I fought men both far and near
I killed hundreds just to hear
The trumpets blowing
We have won
But all I hear are the sound of guns
One day I hope
The trumpets will come
One day I hope
To see my wife and son

3.
From the bottom of the hill we were safe and sound
No gunfire sounding no shaking ground
But the orders were clear -- to take the hill
No other choice but kill or be killed
And we pushed on and on
To reach the top
Never to rest, never to stop

Comrades fell
One by one
Today's corpses
Were yesterday's sons
Yet we did not stall nor delay
We kept on running all the same
To reach the top
One must not linger, One must not get shot

As we drew close, the top almost in sight
So was the enemy, ready to fight
Bayonets fixed, we swarmed the hill
Like savage beasts, fighting to kill
The days passed, we finally won
Hugging our comrades, embracing the sun
Finally
I have reached the top

My brothers beside me cold and rot

4.
They are creatures of habit
In a dangerous trade
Born in the battle
Slave to no fate
And with their rifles held strong in hand
Their faces void of fear
They control the wild land
As the days turn into years.



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