A long time ago playing in a sand box were two little
soldiers
brushing joyfully against each others muscles and shoulders
tossing and turning as the kindergarten and children
observe
as if encouraging them to proceed to witness a fight of
nerves

To let them satisfy their immediate drives
No feelings no remorse no kind of nice lies
Fight the declaration of independence proclaims
It is the only way to maintain the power and reigns
power that wishes only to be gained and names
war hero in vain pictures murderers as saints
How long will you point that finger in blame?
How long will you have no type of shame

Two little soldiers now all grown up not so little anymore
Two little soldiers sitting near a boulder with hate inside
that`s for sure
shooting and hurting with no discrimination at any kind of
foe
they were well educated in the art of war presumably with
owe

The fire could never be put down without the virtue of love
forgotten two little soldiers innocence of children of once

And so on in the future our two little soldiers would cease
to be
and their death to come had no glory rather a sad gory
story
in the name of honor and land they never got to live the
honey
used like working bees in a hive the public concealed bye
the eyes

By flags that are not big enough
to cover the blood of the innocent we see
fatalities, families left alone
feeling the capacity of war
suffering humanities loss of glee

More came along wars and little soldiers bleeding
people left moaning and grieving
,for their loved ones have left the building
left freezing weeping in the cold night dripping
their lives never the same filled with agony and pain
chilling
sorrow of the killings
the game of life continues hatred like the gasoline its is
contributes
to it`s seizing

The fire could never be put down without the virtue of love
forgotten two little soldiers innocence of children of once
How long will you fight in the name of peace
so many little soldiers hearts just stopped and ceased