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Mercenary
Where is the honor
fighting
for a country
where your women
and your children
cannot even
walk their streets
without fear
Where is the honor
fighting
for a government
that gives you
nothing
but pious words
nothing
but a park bench
cardboard blanket
and a hard pillow
for your wounds
Where is the honor
when you shout
those hollow words
for freedom
for justice
for liberty
fighting
for a country
where your women
and your children
cannot even
walk their streets
without fear
Where is the honor
fighting
for a government
that gives you
nothing
but pious words
nothing
but a park bench
cardboard blanket
and a hard pillow
for your wounds
Where is the honor
when you shout
those hollow words
for freedom
for justice
for liberty
Published 21st Jul 2016
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22nd Jul 2016 8:38pm
I easily interpret this as the writer answering a question "Why become" of "Why I have become a mercenary"? (to fight for another country). Speaks for those who took up such service in disillusion at their own country. Our Lord Byron, who died fighting for Greek independence, would probably relate to that as he would have seen many Napoleonic War veterans reduced to poverty.
23rd Jul 2016 7:27pm
