War

Which Side




My soldier boy all dressed in black

draws out a knife and his compass

Squinting west he salutes his flag

feeling sure of his goal his mark



While on his way his footing slips

and flat to the dust he slides

Looking east his eyes wide open

an uneasy feeling lurks and rising



My soldier boy all shreds and torn

youth banished from his skin

Rotting teeth mirthless heart

how barren he feels within



While on his way his map is lost

his senses alone will guide him

who are my enemies he whispers soft

who are my friends beside me



Roll on my brown-eyed soldier man

whose gait is tired arhythmic

Your goals obscured by shadows green

collective souls forbidden picnic