Marching off to war
What a noble thing to do.
After years of growing
And years of learning,
Here you are fighting for
Someone else's goal, and
Some country's glory; yet
You'll go willingly
And you'll maybe die,
To be buried in some
Foreign ground away
From your own, and
Away from family; so
Let us be so very noble.
They will appreciate it.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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