He thought standing in front of me would stop me
He tried to tell me that the knife isn’t the way
Songs about scissors and if it’s not playing someone will walk by and say
Scissors
Like the guy on the television made a reference to 300
After I called the Spartans.
Flying on the wings of a crow
I pay them in goldfish crackers
It seems I have a fair exchange
I don’t owe the Spartans anything
Certainly not the three hundred
Though I admire their courage in a weird backwards
You literally knew you were going to die and didn’t even really buy that much time but you went anyways good for you
Because they were soldiers
Who never stopped being soldiers
War is suicide
Mass double triple suicide
Once it was how we shipped out the undesirable
Oh yes it was
Canon fodder, while the picked stayed home safe making plans in their tents
But veiled in this cheap
Short lived
Unimportant
Fundamentally inconsequential
Massively minute
National pride
They die often, awfully, and in the slow and painful way.
Who’s to say Canada will even be here in twelve years why would I fight for a country that doesn’t know what its own ideals are let alone who it is where it’s going and what it wants to do with its short fucking life.
You say no, lalala, I love my country.
South Korea
Germany
India
Thailand
“The middle East”
Russia
Hungary
Austria
England for fuck’s sake
Canada if you expand the data range to two hundred years
Countries don’t live
Are you fucking insane?
They die every day and are reborn again.
It’s not the fucking country,
It’s the people who live in it.
Fighting for a country
What is a country?
Tell me what is it?
You made everyone get one
So we could all relive it.
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