Sgt who from Curious Maladies by Will Saunders

SGT WHO
All in all, there's reason
There's something in the way your target moves
And you're dreaming of a space inside an empty room
You just wonder why you had to be a sergeant
In this war you never started and now you have got nothing to say
About the people dying
All around you every single day
You hear them click and bang,
You wonder what they had to say
When they let them know
That their son was never coming home again
They see, it's pain for them
But you, you don't feel nothing
Empathy is less than zero now
That machine ran out some time ago
And nobody ever wants to see

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