The Soldier's Lament Poem by Göran Gustafsson

I've learned to use the guns you've made
And the planes that were built to destroy
I've learned to fight with God on my side
For my country with pride and with joy

I try to seal the swords of the past
And my ears from the cries of the dead
I want to hear the angels sing
And wash off the blood that was shed

I see them rise like ghosts from the grave
When they haunt my dreams in the night
I want to repent the things I've done
But I've learned to belive it was right