Fodder

From the day you are born you are fed a story
Go to your grave with your country’s glory
Fighting for your country fighting for your flag
Fighting for the money and the rich of the land
Expendable fodder you’re played like a pawn
Greed of your leaders will be your demise
Fighting for the ego’s and the status of your leaders
Not justice and freedom as you’re bred to believe
Come and learn what you can in the army
Skills of hate power and control
Come and learn what it means to be a man
And go die for your country’s glory