I lost the warmth of the afternoon sun. - A corporate stooge

They say I am a third world soldier.
They say I should be a proud warrior,
I am the protector of the mass, guardian of freedom and order
My job is from the centre to the border.
But, all I do is **** and die for the master.

I feel like a hunter's dog,
Only, the hunter is my government.
I ****, ****, ****, I die.
In the name of the law, in the name of freedom and order,
I draw blood.
I draw red blood, dead blood, innocent and guilty blood.

Master gives me bones of the dead, they call them medals.
Master floats on the river of blood.
Oh! I am a warrior, I am a dog.

If blood is the price for freedom,
Then kiss is the currency for love.
Both are to be achieved with passion.

If you are the reason for my joy,
Then I am the reason for yours too.
Both of us are inseparable.

I started for a journey to the drowning sun,
To cross the horizon of the golden ocean.

I steered to reach before the waves turn black,
Restless tides were like the ticking of a clock.

Goodbye to my rugged coast
on you, I was born
Left you for the lust and pride,
did not make me torn.

I rowed with all my hope to make the sun my tame,
But the gap was all the same from that dimming flame.

Molten sun with golden light vanished in the deep,
Perhaps it was Poseidon's, as a precious keep.

The course was ceaseless, only had I known,
Gold became darkness, left me all alone.

The world is in flames, and I am too afraid to start a change.