The long lost words of long dead poet's blog: "The Flag"

Disarmed in physical estate

Alarmed by visual mandate

In disarray without a fate

For my redemption it's to late

Disarmed, alarmed in disarray

Today the Taliban's my pray

My place in life I cast aside

And paint my walls in black and white

My feelings I keep locked away

And when I'll see God, I will pay

'Till then, I'll stay here and

I'll fight and give in to countries plight

And in this fight

I stand with pride

Despite opinions

On wrong and right

And what I ask

Is not a lot

Just little food

And place at night

I do not ask to understand

And i don't want you to relate

And if I could just close this door

I would... 'Cause war's an ugly whore

Decision's made

My weapon's loaded

The sights are locked

And I keep innocence blindfolded

I understand

When you object

But please don't hide

And be direct

I understand

Your disapproval

But please with patience comprehend

I'm just a tool for threats removal

I don't decide What's wrong or right

My role...

It's tiny in it's right

I sweat

I bleed

I she a tear

But in my work, I show no fear

That's not to say

That I have none

I'm only human

I've had my fun