The Price Of Freedom

Stripped from his mother's embrace, a forced accomplice in 
the destruction of our (the human) race. A soldier, a 
puppet, a tool, a mindless, heartless, faceless fool. And 
with the pentagon pulling the strings, he's deceived into 
fighting, making freedom ring. Fighting a war that's not 
his own. They gave him a gun and trained him to kill, stole
 his emotions and robbed his will, told him to believe 
whole-heartedly in the great American lie. Now on the front
 lines and facing death he wonders which will be his last 
breath. The soldier waits, alone, dreaming of his friends, 
his family, and his home. But he's no longer the same man, 
now a programmed machine killing for his land. Facing a 
threat that is unknown. He's been stabbed in the back and 
now shot in the chest, just another number added to the 
list. The soldier dies alone and afraid wondering what a 
difference he could have made. Blinded, lied to, time and 
time again, now zipped up and shipped home complete with a 
folded flag. Send a letter to the family, "we're sorry for 
your loss," first a name, then a number, now just another 
blank white cross. So if the price of freedom is visible 
here then we've paid too high a cost. No money paid out or 
statue erected can make up for the lives lost.