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.
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