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The Apache gunner
Can strafe at will
Like the Drone controller
They make indiscriminate kill.
In the real world
Down on the ground
The fighting soldier has
To discriminate every round.
One false move,
Whatever the intention,
And some desk driver yells
Geneva Convention.
A wrong decision
In combat's hell
Can lead to years
In a prison cell.
The real criminals,
The ones who wield the power,
Still survey the world
From their Ivory Towers.
They head the chain
That issues the command
And they blithely kill
Without raising a hand.
And no matter what
Later judgements will be
One thing for certain is
They will always stay free.
Can strafe at will
Like the Drone controller
They make indiscriminate kill.
In the real world
Down on the ground
The fighting soldier has
To discriminate every round.
One false move,
Whatever the intention,
And some desk driver yells
Geneva Convention.
A wrong decision
In combat's hell
Can lead to years
In a prison cell.
The real criminals,
The ones who wield the power,
Still survey the world
From their Ivory Towers.
They head the chain
That issues the command
And they blithely kill
Without raising a hand.
And no matter what
Later judgements will be
One thing for certain is
They will always stay free.
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