soldier son

soldering the men on the playing field
hide in your bunkers when you believe it is safe
chariots on fire, nothing to stop this
what have you signed up for

bleeding and rotting in the trenches
you cant hear a thing
only pistol shots and cannons
the boy lost on the field

he wanders around, no gun in hand
and attacks, by running at full force
the kid he is 15, god knows why he is here
his mother and father dead from gout

he woke up and ate a potato and now hes here
to grasp onto life, like the men
he takes photos of everything
hoping his camera will survive

he hands out water to the men in need
like a puppy dog, loyal and stern
a Shepard boy, no need to fear
like a ghost almost, whos not quite there

no helmet or knife or rifle or bayonet
he lives to help the men get back on their feet
to battle another day
this battle unknowingly hurts this kid

the battle kills women and children
why do we fight for death
this kid is a spectre
and theres many everywhere

this son is a ghost
fetching water for pain
this son is a ghost
for this war has killed many

WHY WHY WHY
can you answer that corporal
the question is unknown
and it helps the queen sleep at night

in her luxury bed
eating crackers
she has killed our sons
is this the end