I'm a soldier

I am a soldier

I change the history and carve the future

I go to the battlefields that I don’t choose

I fight the wars that I don’t win or lose

I shoot their targets till they win!

I get shot still they win!

I don’t have a reason but I kill and maim

I am a soldier

I don’t have a face and I don’t have a name!

 

I am not a coward but sometimes I do cry

I’m not brave, but I am not scared to die

I am not ruthless but I kill

I am not merciful but I never will

shoot for pleasure or for power

I just follow their order without honour or shame!

I am a soldier

I don’t have a face and I don’t have a name!

 

I go anywhere, whenever I’m called!

I just march I don’t ask

Whether it is a just war

Whether it is a wrong war

Whether it is for the left or for the right

I just do my duty, put on their uniform and fight

I don’t get the credit or the blame

I am a soldier

I don’t have a face and I don’t have a name!

 

I leave behind what I have to,

my home, my youth, and my beloveds!

I take with me what I can,

memories, promises and prayers!

No matter what happens, it is a mother’s heart that breaks,

No matter who falls, it is a beloved whose world shakes

Whether I bleed here or there

There is no difference, the colour is the same!

I am a soldier

I don’t have a face and I don’t have a name!

 

I exist in the past as a hero but my present is without a future!

I come back defeated, disintegrated and sometimes I don’t!

Lost in their war news, their protest marches, in my wounds and in my demons!

It is their glory, it is their shame!

They tell me that

I am a soldier

I don’t have a face and I don’t have a name!



Revisited ANZAC 2015

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