Paper Soldiers


Too Young



It was war
Blood and gore

One by one they lined up and took their designated places
They stood across from one another with their war faces.

Battles are dark
I wear the mark
The General yelled for ammunition
Loaded and released without hesitation

His aim is sure
But less than pure

The wounded are removed from the field
Both sides are determined and neither yield

Young Teenage boys
Playing with toys

One side will win this hard fought battle
Bodies will fall and treated like cattle

Children maimed
No one blamed

The winners get one point for their effort
But both teams leave covered in dirt

Except for one youngster
Decides he’s no soldier

Even in the worse of instincts lays hope
Not every man smokes violence like dope

Our folly continues
With few breakthroughs

Playing high school football can be futile
So many young boys lie on a broken pile

That is the crime
Cut in their prime

One boy will be forever called ‘wimp’
As he bravely leaves with a life long limp

Just like war
Blood and gore
...

Armand Hamouth

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