Traveling Soldier
You play the part
Oh lonely soldier.
with tears holding back
untill the night is over.
Battle cries ring out
throughout the land.
There can never be
a winning hand.
Malicious,these wars,
illogical they seem.
mere boys die
young,
for a few men's greed.
You follow these orders
to make one
proud.
You take a life
but you wear
no crown.
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