Soldiers And PoliticiansHe wakes up to the sounds of explosions,
I wake up to the sound of an alarm clock.
He struggles to get out of his tent in time,
I struggle to get of my mattress in time.
He goes a day without eating breakfast,
I go through breakfast without enjoying my second cup of coffee.
He dashes to his vehicle before they leave him behind,
I dash for the 8:30 bus before I have to wait for the 8:50 bus.
He works in foreign lands,
I work at my handpicked mahogany desk.
He watches faces lost of hope lining his patrol route,
I watch faces of disapproval lining the benches of the room.
He closes his eyes and pulls a trigger,
I open my eyes and shout in opposition.
He watches buildings come crashing down,
I watch papers being crumples in fists.
He goes and makes a new camp,
I go back to my home.
He wants to take a shower,
I like the water run five minutes before I step into the tub.
He tries to sleep,
I stay up and watch the news.
He is making the news,
I criticize the news.
He fights in a way because he has to protect,
I can fight in a room because I'm protected by him.
He is a soldier,
I am just a politician.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]
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