Child Soldiers

They stood like soldiers,
Brave and true.
In reality, they are children,
Young and new.
Scared and unaware,
So they simply follow their orders without too much care.
They will no idea of what they are slowly building,
Until it come down on top of them and crushing

Children at heart,
Children at play.
They try to watch the World,
As it hazily passes by.
Children don't understand war,
It isn't fair.
Robbed of themselves,
And replaced with a machine.

Their heads get filled with unwanted things,
Things that children should never even have an inkling of.
They are taught about things that aren't toys and fun,
Sandboxes and wings,
They stay haunted by war and death filled dreams...