I have no age or gender
No colour, clan or creed
I'm the universal soldier
Please call me if you need
Someone to take the bullet,
Someone to fight the foe
What's that? You'd love to join us but you're busy, yes, I know
You're busy giving interviews
" So sorry for the loss
of private/sargeant what's his name "
You don't really give a toss
As long as you are far away and tucked up safe and sound
Just dreaming of the votes you'll get to win another round
So fuck you sir and all your kind
You spineless piece of shit
I'll die tonight, but never mind
I'm well out of it.
ξξξ
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