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When Toy Soldiers Bleed
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A Scar is Born I look outside
It's not the same
The soldiers play with pride
The incessant game
They play to win
They always lose
The selfish acts and sins
These puppets choose
They fire at will
They laugh...they cry
They capture…they kill
They live...they die
Through all of this
They still march on
Blurry is our bliss
Dreams of freedom are long forgone
The stars don't shine
The sky is gray
Tomorrow's the same land mine
As yesterday
It's easier to blame
Than to admit defeat
Greet our enemies with closed fists and accurately aim
Handshakes have over time have become obsolete
I look inside
It's all the same
Society now plays worldwide
The killing game
This planet crumbles and dies
Piece by piece
The blind never realize
War is not the path to peace
AWESOME. Wow I love how you captured the soldiers and told the long repetitive story in which they must live in. Great work. Keep on writing.
~Karla
I fully agree,great piece