Which side of the patriotic fence do you come from?
Did you start on the side that just lost that war?
For if you did, you will speak through the mask of nationalistic fervour!
Did you not, as if I need to say, witness it all through coloured glasses?

We stand winners today, for we maimed more of the enemy
We flutter the flags now, for we raped more of their women
We hum the jingoistic tune, for we throttled children sans remorse
We etch ourselves in history, for we pounded their cities.

You, yes, you, soldiers, you, I speak to; listen to me; answer me
You consider yourself valiant, having maimed, raped, throttled, and pounded?
You will say, needless to say, you do it in the name of the country
You, after all, are paid to maim, rape, throttle, and pound.

Kill is what they do for a living, kill is what you do in the guise of a career
Gouge out your heart, you callous purveyors of violence
Trust not an avenging angel, for one is not; mayhem or not
Take the life of others; how pathetic soldiers be you be?

Who are you to decide the right from the wrong?
Who be you, you self-righteous carriers of life-taking guns?
What do you revel in? A perfunctory count of bodies strewn?
What do you care, serving apart from your political masters?

Ooops! I forgot. You be soldiers. You are not paid to think. You are paid to kill.
My apologies. Your lot sends a nation into a tizzy with your exploits.
You heroes of today, you can take your medallions to your grave.
History will, tomorrow, call you a villain of its peace.