Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Little Soldier Doll

I found him in the corner
The little soldier doll
Fallen out of luck and out of line
Gathering dust

Once used in the games of youth
Sadly finding out the truth
That the kids in this room always throw away their troops
When they've outplayed their use

I found him at the corner store
A mountain of rags
Shaking a cup for coins and hope
Gathering time

Once used in the games of kings
To fight their wars and kiss their rings
To make sure that the mute don't sing until the axe can swing
Like it never meant a thing

I found him at the bus stop
About to give his life away
For a cause made up by richer men
Gathering compensation

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