I. Toy Soldier
I’m complicated is the short answer
“I’m fucked in the head” – that’s quick banter
Faultless, I am innocent at my core
Godless for I don’t understand the lore
Without guidance, wisdom never bothered
A severed lineage, a son war had fathered
“You fight for your country
Against our governments tyranny
War will teach you to be men
So take heed this not for pretend
Your are truth sent for lies to repent
Seek glory and die innocent”
Stolen from under native lands sent to fight
For a foreign cause enforced by other peoples plight
I stand alone with the gun smoke that invokes
Fear into throats they choke when they hear me approach
The butterflies are over powering my senses
This nervousness is natural to my innocence
But my training represses and the worry regresses
I cock my Smith & Wesson take a quick breath in
As I unload I’m relentless and it seems that its endless
As the bodies hit the pavement I’m left thoughtless
Its almost bliss, release from the stress from this boulder
I shoulder around is almost profound, no longer a toy soldier
I raid the village irate toting bullets for flash lights
No ones save as I dismay and decay every corner in sight
And when the fights over we celebrate in the name of the cause
Growing old before our time as we laugh at the gods
10 years later.
“Captain the new ‘recruits’ are here as you expected”
“Thank you, Did you polish my Smith & Wesson?”
“Yes sir”
(Walks from behind a door, starts to speak)
“You fight for your country............