The Child Soldier
I was born of the Eternal Flame,
forged in the Fires of Divine Will;
I was weaned in the fields of gore,
learnt to walk on the odes of yore..
shooting 'fore i learned to walk,
shooting fair an' shooting well;
I was weaned in the fields of gore,
bore the brunt of bards and lore..
i could tell a grenade from a pear,
knew a bullet 'fore i knew rice grains;
I was weaned in the fields of gore,
my milk was taint'd with bloody spore..
walked the fields than mama's cot,
stones for a bed, not velvety rest;
I was weaned in the fields of gore,
strong as iron, like lodestone ore..
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