me, the very bad soldier


ME, THE VERY BAD SOLDIER :

There are soldiers,
They die in war,
Trenches are bad,
They kill like a weapon,
Like a knife
I am angry
I am cold
I am dying.

Why ?why the war ?
Why the terrible trenches ?
Why our soldier’s life ?
Why thesad women,
Why the orphow children ?
Because presidents, kings,
Have decided for us
Because we are the people, the good people.

With injustice,the weapons
Kil us, but I have
Hope, and I can
Say : « war isn’t
A fatality, never. »
I have become a bad soldier,
Because I don’t want to die for my country.
I don’t want to die for others,
I want to life with my family,
My woman, my girl and my boy !
I don’t want to be soldier, and…
I hate WAR.

I AM THE VERY BAD SOLDIER.

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