Literature
The warrior...
As I sit here on this rock,
sharping my blade of death.
I wonder...
Why do I fight...
I watch my comrades die all around me.
Why do I kill...
These men that I don't even know.
Why don't I just throw my sword away.
Why do I still go on with this battle,
that never ends.
Day after day men fight and die.
For what religion, money, land.
What is the point, to it.
Who is to say,
what religion is right or wrong.
What land is better then the other.
What's the use of money,
you can't take it with you when you die.
So then why do I fight,
I fight for another reason.
I fight for freedom,
I fight for those who can't defend themselfs