Child Soldiers

[dawnsday]

His left his left his left right
focused and cold
he marches to fight
his left his left his left right
trudging forth hunched
the enemy in sight
three days of hunger
two days of thirst
eyes shallow and dark
seemingly cursed
stripped from what was
no soul left therein
the fight is his life
none but his mission
cold and calculated
raising his gun
ready to kill
the enemy to come
fires at ease
feels nothing when
his bullet lands
in a boy of just ten
for he is just nine
his sister is thirteen
this is all he remembers
this is all he knows how to be
the night grows thick
the wind grows cold
the battle was won
now feed they are told
forced to remove
the hearts of enemy men
sliced and fried
their dinner is the win
cannibal zombies
children in armies
no innocent wanting
their faces so haunting
never known love
pushed forth to the glory
that they may become
martyrs in stories
ask them the children
of armies abroad
what they fight for
their answer is god
then ask them who god is
and they can’t say who
for love god and compassion
to them is untrue
their speech is rehearsed
pefected in time
each word has been practiced
each line memorized
no word might you here
of their capture or beating
for the consequence of this
is worse then their taking
sun rises up
no hope in it’s light
soldier boy marches
on to the next fight
eyes focused again
nightmares of last
receding within
as he goes forth to his task
soldier boy marches
his left right his left
til another soldier boy
releases him to death

 

[the hidden light]

woh thats sad ooooo*shivers*

 

[raihna]

a sense a story here