Stone cold soldier,
where have you been?
Who did you aim at,
man made of tin,
likely a brother
of different state,
of different skin,
of different age?
Sacred soldier,
did you believe
at night you'd slumber
peaceful and free?
Hag-ridden soldier,
couldn’t you see?
Those men you fired at
are just like me.
"Wars will cease when men refuse to fight." - Fridtjof Nansen