A Pawn To Our Country
I wrote this poem I think like 2 years ago while I was still in school. I believe I was in Grade 12 at the time.
A Pawn To Our Country
A man is chained to his country
A pawn for his deity
Loyal by birth
No choice to choose his earth
Old men govern him
Laws restrict him
He fights for his nation
His state fights for its leaders
The art of war no longer deans
Chivalry has died with the sword
Far away with guns and machines
Along goes the romance of the fur dressed Nord
Off away for industry,
Doth men die
Profits to be made
Ca-ching rolls leaders eyes
Investment, profits,
Worth more then life
A few corrupt govern all,
By no mans choice does he serve
In God we trust, always trust,
For mens love cannot be found.
Cuyler Callahan
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