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Saturday, March 14, 2009

I Am A Soldier

Instead of holding a toy
In my hands
I clutch onto a gun
My hands tremble
And I shut my eyes tight
And BANG
I fire

I can hear them scream
I do not like it
But cannot complain
For the fear
Of falling prey to
The Sergeant

No one is there
To keep me company at night
When I wake up panting and screaming
It is depressing knowing that
No one will be there
To make the nightmares go away
No one will forgive me
If I make a mistake
Instead BANG
And they will blow off my head

No matter how hard it is
I still manage to cope up with it
Because this is all I have
This is my past, my present and my future
This is what it is like
To be a soldier

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