The Marine

The constant act of bravery is the sole reason for my existence ,Fear to me is an unknown word, always hiding behind my ineffable self, the value of life is insignificant to me, my greatest enemy is attachment, my fight with it is immense, and if needed to win I can bring out the animal inside me effortlessly. Yes I have taken many lives, not that I like my job but in the end I am satisfied. And that is my ugliness, that is my beauty. My journey is never a smooth one, hurdles That I have to cross at every step, hardships That I face at every moment is the cause of my Unfathomable character. But am I not entitled to love Or care, there is also a child inside me who is so shocked With horror that he wants to break free. It is then I realize I have being made a puppet, doomed to run the wheels of Government with blood for oil. Yes I am a Marine.