Good Soldiers

Good Soldiers

Follow orders.

No matter the circumstance.

Do what you are told.

 

Against innocent civilians,

Against those who pose no threat.

Fulfill your duty,

No questions asked.

 

Do not question your superior,

Lest their wrath find you.

Even when deep down,

You want to.

 

But good soldiers follow orders.

 

We are made to protect.

We are trained to fight.

Trained to be unquestioning.

We are good soldiers.

 

We do our duty to our country,

Our communities,

Our families.

We fulfill our orders for them.

 

Because good soldiers follow orders.

 

Even when my friends die,

When dropped in a quiet city,

Even at home,

We perform our duties.

 

We are the Keepers of Peace,

The Fighters of Justice,

The Protectors of the Innocence.

Or at least that’s what I was told.

 

Since good soldiers follow orders.

 

What am I to do?

When fear is plastered

On the faces of those

Who cross my path?

The ones to protect.

 

The people that cower in their homes?

In local businesses?

Those that fear stepping outside,

From the chance of wrongful detention.

 

Doesn’t matter, good soldiers follow orders.

 

What am I to do?

When I see my comrades

Committing unnecessary violence, atrocities,

To the people of the community

We’re ordered to protect?

 

When they harass their fellow soldier

For standing up against their deeds.

Being reprimanded for protecting

The people we’re ordered to safeguard.

 

Maybe good soldiers question orders?

 

How am I to tell myself

I’m a force of good,

When I cannot stand up

Against the evil I bunk with?

How am I to look in the eyes

Of friends and families of strangers

That I am there for protection

When what they see is antithetical.

 

Good Soldiers question orders!

 

I can no longer stand this,

Letting fellow soldiers think

They are above the law,

Committing crimes against innocent bystanders,

Bullying their mates into submission.

 

No more!

We are ordered to protect,

And that is what we must do.

 

Turn that energy to the real enemy,

To fight with our communities

Against the real oppressors,

The real foes.

Not those living their lives peacefully,

Going day in and day out to support

Themselves and their families.

 

The real adversary that

Orders us to fight these quiet communities,

They are the ones to fight,

To question,

To protect these communities against.

 

Good soldiers follow the orders of the people.

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