A Soldier's Letter

When a vulture bald and ugly Dares to laugh aloud and smugly Know your son is gone oh mother! Shave the heads of one another Pay my fare with goat and pigeon Let me roam our forest region Lest my soul remain in exile Where the stars and moon dare not smile. These souls they force my hands to wrest Do they not know a mother's breast? Are not some eyes dismal with frown Praying for these men trampled down? Do they despise tomorrow's sun? Or find pleasure before this gun? When the vulture bald and ugly Dares to sing aloud and smugly Know I drown in this blood river Not to kill again or shiver.