Four feet tall, bold to the core
Bones peaking, olive drab he wore
His limbs weary. feet they are sore
Undaunted he stands
Here to do what he was recruited for
His life, Our war !
he is a soldier made and not born
robbed of the youth that jewels adorned
By day; audacious, night’s forlorn
Choices not offered, decisions forgone !
Decision is in ones hand, hands stall
But believe you me, hands will still
Killed, he has, kill , he will
Ashes to Ashes , Dust to Dust
Soldier I am, therefore I must !
Now black like his soul, the memories
Purple; the skin, the body
Red likes the way they treat him
Yellow; the way he burns !
But later a day will come
he will be done and puts down the gun
The darkness, it will talk
The shadows, they will stalk
The fear, mock !
Smile because at last he can soar !
—– Written by : ME