Marching towards our death
with false pride
fed by that which calls upon us
to like patriots, 
Fight for it's cause,
That is life,
mercenaries we are 
fighting for it for a mere pittance,

What is my soul worth?
I live for their gratification 
to please !!
Please it that enslaves me,
mind, heart, body and soul.
Takes away that little pride salvaged
from the castaways of life
Like a solider patriotic till death
to a cause they don't believe in,
For the sake of a morsel of bread,
a means to survive
Their pleasure comes by my sacrifice