I was just a boy,
12 years old
A grenade in my hand
And I'm ready to throw
May there be mercy,
May there be peace
We are under our leaders,
Under a leash
We were forced to be here, no doubt
We were meant to go out, hear screams and shouts
But I'd rather be at home, in my bed
Thinking of the things my mates in the war said
"Banzai."
Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 1:32 PM UTC