Soldier Boy
Once there was a soldier boy,
young and brave and smart.
He had some questions bugging him,
they tore his brain apart.
He went along to ask his friends-
''Why there can't be peace?''
They just laughed into his face,
''Let us tell you what peace means:
';Peace means love, peace means hope
peace means painless, fearless trust.
There's no love, there's no hope,
all the fearless lay in dust.''
He went along to ask the trees,
the plants and flowers too.
Then they all replied to him
''Answers we have few:
People kill themselves and us,
they cut us up for fire.
And with the fire that they cut
the tension becomes higher.''
Soldier boy then went to war,
questions still in mind.
He kept on searching in the field,
for answers he can't find.
He walked up to the enemy,
beat starts to increase.
''Tell me, good man, tell me please
why there can't be peace?''
The man pointed his gun to him,
aiming to his heart.
''I'm sorry, young man,'', then he said
''I really hate this part.''
---
Once there was a soldier boy,
young and smart and brave.
He had some questions bugging him,
they took him to his grave.
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