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Load 'em up and cart 'em off

These troops are made for hire

Armed and trained mean as hell

To kill is their desire

Shipped across the seas and land

To fight for their belief

Government will sacrifice

Their lives for some relief

Prisoner of war

Soon to decay

Marching into battle the words you hear are clear

Generals, tanks, and bombers

Are stationed very near

The enemy draws closer

The bullets pierce and fly

Combat crazy leaders fall neatly as they die

Captured enemy

Branded now to serve your life

Plow the fields

Dig the ditches

Misery in plight

Endless labor

Countless hours

Bodies giving way

Death creeping - crawling

Grasping every single day

Tortured person

Bloody victim

Scabs from head to toe

Water treatment

Bamboo nails

Severed limbs don't grow

Skin and bones

No body left

Your skin is parched and dry

Hope and prayers

There is no answer

Death is to survive

Left behind and soon forgotten

Now your Hell is real

Diplomats try for release

But they will never deal

The only way to save you from

These camping grounds of fright

Load the bombs

Press the button

Nuke the whole damn site

The truth is plain and jaded

Your hopes and dreams of rescue are faded

Your try so hard to escape

Your enemy controls your fate

Think about your country

Your government is free

You fought so hard on their side

A prisoner you will be