Boy Soldiers
On the day that my family died,
They didn't give me a chance to dry.
I WAS 12
They told me that I was now on their side,
That I no longer had to hide.
I WAS ALONE
There were other boys the same as me,
They hit us and forced us not to be me but we.
I WAS SCARED
They gave me a gun,
They told me not to run.
I WAS MISSING MY MUM
They showed us who we should go and kill,
They said it would be fun and such a thrill.
I FELT NUMB
They told us we would get a reward,
They said we were men no and only to look forward.
I FELT COLD
They sent us all to fight against grown men,
They told us we would win, not if but only when.
I WAS DEAD
Copyright © Mark West | Year Posted 2024
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