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 CountryA man is chained to his countryA pawn for his deityLoyal by birthNo choice to choose his earthOld men govern himLaws restrict himHe fights for his nationHis state fights for its leadersThe art of war no longer deansChivalry has died with the swordFar away with guns and machinesAlong goes the romance of the fur dressed NordOff away for industry,Doth men dieProfits to be madeCa-ching rolls leaders eyesInvestment, profits,Worth more then lifeA few corrupt govern all,By no mans choice does he serveIn God we trust, always trust,For mens love cannot be found.Cuyler Callahan