| I Never Was A Soldier |  |
| I never was a soldier,
but I played one as a child.
History was good to me.
I grew up free and wild.
No frozen feet or desert sweat,
nor bombs fell on my head.
There were always soldiers,
while I slept in my bed.
A fireman in a blown out hole,
held a flag and cried a tear.
A soldier walked right up and said,
"I'll take that from here!"
And now they find the mass graves
of those who were not free.
Where were THEIR soldiers?
Like the ones who work for me.
I never was a soldier,
but I played one as a child.
History was good to me.
I grew up free and wild. | By Randall Baxter
Copyright 2004
Listed June 29, 2007 |
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