How can you stand there?
So straight faced
And stern?

Just how many wars
Must you have to fight?
Are you not broken or wearing

Toy soldier
Tell me why it is
You do what you do

Is it perhaps
You condone such actions?
You see a morality to fighting

Yet you walk amidst the fray
Made only out of cheap wood
Splintered and chipped
You emerge and return

I hope you wont always be around
*The sight of you unnerves me