True freedom
  they give us
  no slaughter
  too sacrilegious
  the smoke clears
  on bloated bodies
  I feel safe now
  do they want me
  service
  we fought there
  in the jungles
  I saw nothing
  I felt no enemy
  we died there
  in the foxhole
  my companion lay bleeding in my arms
  so proud
    pride
  so quick to murder
  for posterity
  hatred
  trained to operate
  manually