Book Of Poetry By A Non-Poet

A Soldier's Creed

As a soldier, I learned to fight and to cope with death
But I never hoped I'd be the cause of someone's last breath
Until the day I went to war and someone tried to take my life
Then came the feeling of pain and strife
I soon overcame my sorrow, which was no longer felt when forced to kill 
I'm only here to protect my country, and I don't make any deals
If you pick up that weapon, I'll have no remorse
I will kill you to protect my life's course
This is my job, and if you're my enemy, then I'm on the roam
It's kill or be killed, and no matter what, I'm going home
Because if you get in my way, you're already dead
Consider yourself lucky, if my first shot canoes your head