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Aug 5
Young child , his father would say
Dont ever let them coerce you away
But he as a child he had a mind of his own
How else was he to be fully grown?

Strong and brave they came marching on
All the young men who came along
Old cowards would pass them by bandaged in bags to say goodbye
Blinded by what they think they know
They all saluted to join the show
his fathers chair just rocked away
Hoping his son would come back one day

But Old Soldier ,why do you run ?
The war is over the battle is won
envied by the young cherished by the old
Your Fables are written from the stories you’ve told

Maybe its your eyes this turned to stone
From the truths you’ve come to know
A Third leg and a stumbled walk
Is this the dream that they all talk?
The past is lost of what the future holds
All your days you had lost and sold
Out the window you sit and stare
Just like your father when he was there.
A child believing the lies of war , he joins against his fathers will and in the end he came to relise the truth of what his father told him.
Written by
Simone13  18/F
   BR Dragos
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