Too many times back to war I have went,
have seen civilian men become soldiers
to face destruction, injury and death,
where they had lost all hope, to the death
did not anymore care when out they went
had become machines called soldiers
had hated, feared duty as soldiers
to be dealing out much havoc and death
had felt if all life away from them went,
but out they went as soldiers to face death.
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