My helmet blinds my thoughts and makes me obey the orders that put my integrity at risk,
Green and rough is my Helmet and it’s as heavy as the conscience I deal with, between
My chest my military plate is so people identify me, I’ve seen unseen, seen
What will traumatize me for thousands and thousands of years, non-stop machines
Roll In the fields, my shirt has the flag of my country and with honor I wear it,
The shirt represents my loyalty to the country, and the protection that it transmits.
my gun as cold as the weather, loaded and heavy, all I can think is about the gun
with the hunger of killing, it protects mi foot and are large and are made of leather, stunned and amazed I am for the things I’ve seen, my future generations will be safe and love their country y grew with, and not live in a country in war, corruption, and blood.
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