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What is it Good for

You are hidden in the thick bushes
something moved just ahead of you

you clinched your riffle
there he is, your so called enemy
you jumped out of the bushes
your riffle trained on him
he sees you and raises his pistol
you pull the trigger
for a second there is death in his eyes
but that soon turn to a blaze of anger
he raises his gun
you react

bang

bang

bang

he hits the ground like a rock
you stand over him
he is motionless
you look down at him
you don’t see ideology
communism
capitalism
who gives a fuck
you just buried a soul
now the devil lives in you
one shalt not kill
war is no excuse
there is no excuse
there is no excuse
forgive me
forgive me
forgive me