Child soldiers in my brainA Poem by isiah_holmes
The boys all try to find some solution Cause all they do is worsen their own pollution's All the hate All their fates Oh its never too late Just find a little bait You can even name her kate Oh please close the gate before we get out and surcome to mass confusion.
My friend, you know, used to be a child soldier And he saw it only made his heart get colder But then he burned all his guns Screaming "Lets have some fun' His family he shuned With life he was done So now all his friends say "He could have been a little bolder'
His seargent lives in a old rotten seller In the war he was his sqauds best plane bailer But then he killed his old lover All they found was a shell He didnt run for cover So they locked him in a cell In the war we called him good old helter skelter © 2013 isiah_holmesReviews
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