TOO YOUNG

by | Jan 20, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

Please Sir, don’t make me do this
He’s my mate, he’s only young Sir
He broke the rules lad
And sentence is passed
Now come on soldier
Move along there
But, me legs won’t move Sir
I’m shaking, look
What are you soldier
Man or mouse?
I’m neither man nor mouse Sir
I am just a boy, a boy
Just like my brother Sir
Then aim true lad
And spare him pain
Soldier, cock that rifle
Or you’ll find yourself
Against that wall
But, but Sir I can’t see
I’m blinded Sir
Enough now soldier
Pull that trigger
And that my boy
IS AN ORDER!

CRACK!

I am sorry, so sorry mate!
Was the last cry he uttered
As he fell by the hand,
Of his own gun
Never to be a man

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