I don't care how you've turned
your face masculine, upturned your
once lovely lips into a cackling grin,
or how you've learned to defend war -

I don't care that you think you're
serving your country, you're a murderous
offspring of idealism, and I will not
waste my poetry glorifying you, just
so you might be able to sleep at night.

Army of one?
I serve no one!