The politician declare war,
No need for talks anymore.
Man the troops, open fire,
The enemys blood they desire.
As the generals make war plans,
Your own life is in their demands.
Just a puppet on the battlefield,
Now your fate is done and sealed.
Just a pawn in the game of chess,
Your sacrifice the king does press.
One by one your friends are dying,
The wives sit at home, helpless and crying.
The killing becomes an obsession,
As you start falling into depression.
Finally you give into to the pressing wish for death,
Murmur for your loved ones, you take your last breath.
Gunshot to the head,
The blood pours out, the colour of red.
Your sacrifice does not win the war,
As death toll rises, the world abhors.
Enrolled at sixteen,
Dead by seventeen,
Life ends before it began.
The generals explanation,
A lame justification,
It was all part of the plan.
