You feel it every time you see a soldier
Dressed in their uniform
Pride. You smile to yourself,
As you work up the nerve to shake their hand and
You tell yourself
One day that will be you
But something always stops you.
It’s the fear of dying that stops you
It’s the fear of war
Of being someone that people hate
Because they don’t understand
That while you wear that uniform
You aren’t there to hurt them
You aren’t there to take their land
Yet it’s the fear of having to invade a country
That isn’t yours to invade
That stops you from signing those papers
Because you have a sense of right and wrong
And America has just seemed to have lost that
It’s the fear of the unknown and the fear
Of this game called war,
That stops you every single time
No matter how much pride
You feel inside
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