2003-04-07 - 8:48 a.m.
Grenade Launcher
Little soldier, the last of your kind
so you say in your secluded mind
All the powers that put you to war
now shoot at you; who do you fight for? Little soldier, you saved many lives
who turn on you with guilt-colored knives
Bar your windows and seal up your gate
Hide unharmed in your fortress of hate You saw a comrade down on his knees
Offered asylum and the shade of trees
Now your forest is red with fire
Do you blame him or just your own desire? Little soldier, one thing you should know
Not every one you strike is a foe
Firing missles at targets so small
My dear soldier, you're killing us all Blindly flinging unwanted loads
you bite your lip and the whole ground explodes
Price of your words has long been lost
amongst the victims of your holocaust Little soldier, I hope you find peace
even if I won't see your release
Claim allegiance is naught but a lie
then, dear soldier, all your allies die
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