A Soldier’s Wish

Sharpening our swords and readying for battle Marching onwards while our rifles rattle Might I live or might I die My nation shall live with its head held high
As I enter the field I stare at the ground Rivers of blood and oceans of tears around But that shall not come in my way Of leading my nation to victory today

As I fight I recall my children and wife At home, praying for my life While I on the other hand fiddle with it As weapons go slash and throats go slit

As I see my fellows die I look up into the dead sad sky I hold back my tears and request that please Let violence once and for all cease

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