Baby Arms

Two or more people disagree Both want something Leaders want to fight They gather thousands of troops I’m behind a car shredded by rain The nonstop rain brings us down with every drop There are occasional stikes of lightning from above All of my close friends hurt from lightning I hate that I am in this position I married a wife and gave her a child I left and I am here in hell What right do I have to a son when I’ve killed others I am honest and friendly Out here I am the devil I tortured and committed atrocities but justified, By patriotism and defense from an invading power I don’t know these men of whom I through rain to They run at me and try to take my life I do the same because if I disobey I might die The other side should drop their weapons, but how can they after what I’ve done Four of my fellow troops run to me and plan an ambush I answer yes to the order We choose to hit them with lightning Hit them till our faces are stained with red We shoot lightning and the rain stops We run to check any surviving One tries to throw rain at me He fails, I divide his corpse with a blade at his neck My commanding officer awards me I look around and see my fallen troops I see the enemy troops I drop when I see the sight I didn’t see men, I saw a horror I saw, dressed in green uniforms, Knives and weapons in hand, Small babies painted in red They were punished By their parent’s orders Innocent and gentle No knowledge of hate, just obedience.