Monday, August 23, 2021

Mercenaries

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AFGHAN WAR

 

Mercenaries

 

Independent contractors

They don’t like to be called mercenaries

They don’t like to be called hired guns

Killers for pay

Have gun will travel

They answer to no one

They have no code of honor

They are torturers and war criminals

They are as old as war itself

 

So while we extend our forces

To evacuate diplomats allies and soldiers

Shed no tears for the mercenaries

Spill no blood for their safety

Let them find their own way home

 

One wonders what war would look like

If there were no hired guns

 


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