Sunday 8 January 2012

The soldier

The bullet races through the night
A laser, sharp as a blazing light
A tank is breaking through the dawn
A village is conquered with a yawn

The battle is raging violent and rough
Soldiers are dying, ain't that tough?
It is their job, it is their lives
What happens to their kids and wives

Until they die, they kill and rage
Take other lives, battles they wage
The blood runs on, the death is strong
Is that really to what we belong?

Many countries, many times,
Bullets rage in dangerous rhymes
Disaster, violence and bloodshed
For heaven's sake, is that all we get?

Ain't there nobody strong enough
To stop that mess, this deadly cough
So save the world from a deadly play
Just let our world find a peaceful way

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