Sunday, November 28, 2010

Too Young

Child soldier
Little warrior
Your lives are spent
Far too soon
Mother assault gun
Father uniform
Where will you get
Your next meal
So many things you’ll see
That nobody should
So many lessons you’ll learn
So few are good
Nightmares if you survive
And if you survive
Are you alive
Child soldier
Your life is worth
More than you know

But you’ve seen
All that can be
And you know
So much that
You can’t unknow
You deserve
More than this
But what you have
But what is there
You couldn’t resist
They’d have killed you too
So now you live
You exist

Just to hold a gun
And shoot
At the enemy
Or anyone
Who is over there
No where really
Don’t spare the injured
Don’t spare the women
What is a child
Younger than you?
Just shoot them all
And get a meal
Some clothing maybe
But you are never free

Will you ever feel
Normal again?