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How dare you look down upon me,
as though I where less than you!
It is by the sweat of my brow
and the blood of my brothers,
that you are free.
How would you see me from the chains of oppression
bound around your hearts and minds?
I have lost even the comfort of my family,
far away,
so that I may defend your freedom.
Spare me your pity and
worthless sentiment.
All I ask is for you to stand here beside me,
down from your pedestal.
Forget me not, when you cry for help.
For it is my soul that will carry the burden…
of countless murders….
and my life that will pay for the simplest
of your comforts.
But when the war has left your hearts….
and the need for help has gone,
when there is no one left for me to kill for you….
you will wave at me……… and turn away.
My sacrifice a tale for you to tell at cocktail parties…..
and for me to shiver with on the cold dark nights.

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