Soldiers

soldiers, soldiers,
marching in dead time.
ghouls without faces,
in mechanical rhyme.

paid for, paid off,
eyes open and blind.
hearts severed from the soul,
soul severed from the mind.

gunfire, racism,
treat women like a toy.
grown men without mothers,
fathers, just boys.

gang bangers, pimp daddies,
kings of purgatory.
bad drugs, bad days,
and nights without joy.

cant pay the rent, get a job,
and prison becomes their school.
no hope for nothing more than nothing,
trapped by the have not rules....

soldiers, soldiers.
pawns in the rich man's game.
victims of unholy anger,
and gods that have no name!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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