I am a soldier
Saving people across the land
Feet running on pavement
My heart running on sand
You see my war painted face
17, just right to serve
Not old enough to vote
Not young enough to learn
I'm staring down the barrel of a gun
I have a strong will
To young to drink
Old enough to kill
They will let me
Sign for my demise
Now I sleep in a bunk
Waiting for the sun to rise
I will be on the ground
The killing helps me cope
They held me down with blankets
And beat me with soap
Jokes
And sexual comments
This bunker food
makes me want to vomit
Now these people
They are my friends
But they will all be dead
Sometime in the end
Death
Is all that I see
This world will be
The end of you and me
When I die
And my papers go into classified folders
I will still be young
I am still a soldier
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