I chose not to fight
Army killing to me doesn't seem right
Why are we there
I don't understand
It's not our country
It's not our land
I chose not to fight
You can't pay me to do what I don't think is right
Uncle Sam can you hear
It just seems like murder
The reason why were there
Is not really clear
I would rather write
Shooting Bullets just seems like strife
What are we convincing them about?
Putting a bullet in them strong
Making them agree with me
Even if they think I'm wrong
Isn't there another way
Do we have to do things so gray?
Whatever happened to peace?
Let our guns fall aside
Let us dance together
That would be a happy ride
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem