I was programmed to kill,
So,
I have to deprogram the mind.
Boot camp alone was,
Enough to rewire the brain,
Fifteen years later and I’m afraid,
It’s permanent.
The drill instructor says,
Ready, MOVE!
The boots say,
KILL!
Over and over again.
Scanning & searching,
For the best machinegun position.
Well trained.
But mentally unsettled.
It’s not natural.
To be programmed this way.
Like a dog.
A devil dog.
But I move along.
1-2-3-4!
GOD DAMN MARINE CORPS!
Stuck in the head.
But my soul ain’t dead.
There’s more than a spark of compassion.
Dreams of peace everlasting.
War won’t bring it.
This mentality won’t do.
Open arms,
Trust,
Love.
And community.
Not God, Corps, and Country.
But I guess you can have that too,
If you really want it.
I just want my brain back.
Don’t want to be another cog in the wheel.
RIIIIIIGHT, FACE!
The battalion moves as a machine,
A well greased killing thing.
An it.
Not human.
Not individuals.
A programmed brainwashed group of men.
Ready to die for you my friend.
But in the end,
It’s only their own ideals they defend.
But do they want peace?
By the way I was psychologically manipulated,
Deformed,
And changed.
I can say,
That’s a definitive NO.
But I guess that’s what we want of our soldiers.
That’s who we want on the frontlines.
But I’m not there.
Not in the war zone.
So I stand here alone.
Still waiting to find my home.
Internally I’m not sure where it is.
In a world of peace and comfort?
Or this reality we see on TV,
And on the front pages?
Is my world one of endless cages?
Or is the world ready for these crazy changes?
To break free of our chains and,
Escape this reality that’s so insane,
It can’t be real.
Don’t tell me how to feel.
I’m not a robot,
Or a cyborg droid.
I’m not an empty void,
A vassal for you to fill.
I don’t want to kill.
And spill more blood on this earth.
I’m taking back what they stole.
I’m taking full control of my soul.
And all the time that they took.
As I face head on the gaze of these crooks.
Take one last look,
At my thousand meter stare,
Cuz at the moment I don’t care.
What it means to you.
I just want peace.
That’s true.
No matter what the program says to do.
I’m gonna rebel.
What did they expect?
Me to just be a zombie?
They don’t know me.
The psychiatrists and psychologists,
Social engineers,
And media marketers,
Advertisers,
And public relations specialists.
They are part of the machine.
Stealing our dreams.
Working with the thought police,
To get us to think what they want us to be.
Well not me.
I think freedom, peace, and individuality.