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Ballad of a Young American Soldier: a too-common American Tragedy
"What shall I be when I grow up? Dear little mother of mine?
What shall I do when I grow up?
Of beer or of wine I'll drink a cup,
I'll drive and vote, with a girl get hitched up,
Like a bee, from all nectars I will sup,
Dear little mother of mine."
"What will you do when you come of age? Dear little son of mine?
What will you do when you come of age?
To college you'll go, where you'll get sage
To make me so proud, in my old age,
To surpass your Dad, and earn a good wage,
Dear little son of mine."
"What will I do when I come of age? Dear little mother of mine?
In my twenty-first year of age?
On Life's Great Book I'll write a new Page
My style and my flair will be all the rage
And e-very whim I will engage
Dear little mother of mine."
"What will you be like when you're mature? Dear little son of mine?
As a Man when you're mature?
I know you'll be honest, upright and pure,
You'll do the Right Thing, of that I am sure
Though occasional hardships you'll endure
Dear little son of mine."
"What does it mean to be a Man? Dear little mother of mine?
What is a Man, I ask?
I'll take up arms, it's a soldier's task
My country calls, my service it asks
But I'll return safe, in Fame to bask
Dear little mother of mine."
"Why are your hands so red with blood? Dear, dear son of mine?
Why so pale, why so thin?"
"I can't explain, can't even begin
I have a bad feeling, I've committed a Sin
If I'd done it here, a Jail I'd be in
Curse you, mother of mine."
"Where did we go so terribly wrong
Dear sweet son of ours?
Why are you so withdrawn?"
"Get out of my way, I'm the Devil's spawn
I can't sheathe my saber, once it's drawn
I blaspheme each day I see the dawn
To Hell with you , mother of mine."
"Come back, come back, my dear sweet son
Come back to your father and me."
"You can't even imagine where I have been
Where Evil is Good, and Right is a Sin
The State of Confusion that I am in
Will last all my life, parents mine."
"Why are your eyes so full of Death?
What do you see with your eyes?"
"Death is my Neighbor, my only Friend
It means all my troubles will soon have an end
All the future I forecast, my Grave you will tend
And be rid of me, parents mine."
[6 November 2007]
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