Little Boy Soldiers
A six month old baby
Five... gun shot wounds
BOOM
There is the sting of a ringing barrel
Little boy soldiers billeted in this city of muffled mouth monsters
They are silenced by the dust of a bullet
There is the sound of sirens while
Little boy soldiers are trying to breathe through blood
Crooked logic, they're dying for...
I don't know.
What are they, dying for?