For His Country

He puts his hand over his heart
But his mind is on the touch
The way it feels, the ways it looks
That thing he just wants to fuck
Soft sides like the fat of an infant
Can't wait to get his hands on it
Even though they scream it can't
Scream it won't fit

Water splashing
Mouth watering
Lust and logic clashing
Logic faltering

Shove another head under the water
Get off on their passed out face
The illusion is hard to shatter
When he feels this is his place

Forceful thrust and they scream again
Licking his lips, grabbing the breast
There's nothing but a heavenly send
Not for them, for him, the beast
They fight, and he only likes it more
They suffer, and he licks the tears
They have no idea what else he has in store
He is the monster mothers fear

Man, woman, child, it doesn't matter
as long as that innocence is defiled
With his hand on his heart, taking the pledge
He's taking the patriotic thing to a stretch