I want to go to war ;
Not for glory and valor or duty and honor,
Not for some government’s victory fantasy.
I don’t even believe in killing,
And yet I still want to.
What a sad sight it would be to the soldiers,
The trained psychopaths who grew up,
In families that took away their fear and weakness,
(Their soul and heart as well)
Who were taught from birth to hold a gun against someone’s head
And shoot.
They will look at me, and
They will laugh until the veins in their over muscled necks pop,
And then they will laugh some more, and
Say” What the hell?
Who gave a pacifist a gun?”

And I will tell the murderous
Merciless
Arrogant
Brutes
“I want to rob a bank as well.”

And they will stare at me blankly
And inquire of me “why would a ***** ever,
Ever,
Ever
want to do something dangerous?”

And I will simply give a knowing smile
And reply
“I’m jealous,
I’m tired of only being a monster
Inside my head.”