Best Poems About / On SOLDIER
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Like Toy Soldiers
Were all toy soldiers
Just trying to keep our composures
Were in the war
To get more
To be at the top
Not to stop
Step by step along the wall
In the hall
Justt like that
We're all toy soldiers
Falling down, to rise
Defending our lies
Like toy soldiers
Seal my lips
While her head tips
To make the commands
To her toy soldiers
We all fall down to get back up
Just like toy soldiers
We take the hit
Without a fit
We all come down like toy soldiers
devillinzee killer
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Leaves
Leaves from the vine, carry me home
Like shadows drifting from, the meadow's roam
Little soldier boy, comes marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home.
Life of the tree, floats in the wind
Drifting ever sweet, helps life to mend
Little soldier boy, comes marching in.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching in.
Leaves from the vine, carry me home
Like shadows drifting from, the meadow's roam
little soldier boy, comes marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home.
Sky Myers
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The Young British Soldier
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East
'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast,
An' 'e wonders because 'e is frequent deceased
Ere 'e's fit for to serve as a soldier.
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
So-oldier ~OF~ the Queen!
Now all you recruities what's drafted to-day,
You shut up your rag-box an' 'ark to my lay,
An' I'll sing you a soldier as far as I may:
A soldier what's fit for a soldier.
Fit, fit, fit for a soldier . . .
First mind you steer clear o' the grog-sellers' huts,
For they sell you Fixed Bay'nets that rots out your guts --
Ay, drink that 'ud eat the live steel from your butts --
An' it's bad for the young British soldier.
Bad, bad, bad for the soldier . . .
When the cholera comes -- as it will past a doubt --
Keep out of the wet and don't go on the shout,
For the sickness gets in as the liquor dies out,
An' it crumples the young British soldier.
Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier . . .
But the worst o' your foes is the sun over'ead:
You ~must~ wear your 'elmet for all that is said:
If 'e finds you uncovered 'e'll knock you down dead,
An' you'll die like a fool of a soldier.
Fool, fool, fool of a soldier . . .
If you're cast for fatigue by a sergeant unkind,
Don't grouse like a woman nor crack on nor blind;
Be handy and civil, and then you will find
That it's beer for the young British soldier.
Beer, beer, beer for the soldier . . .
Now, if you must marry, take care she is old --
A troop-sergeant's widow's the nicest I'm told,
For beauty won't help if your rations is cold,
Nor love ain't enough for a soldier.
'Nough, 'nough, 'nough for a soldier . . .
If the wife should go wrong with a comrade, be loath
To shoot when you catch 'em -- you'll swing, on my oath! --
Make 'im take 'er and keep 'er: that's Hell for them both,
An' you're shut o' the curse of a soldier.
Curse, curse, curse of a soldier . . .
When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck,
Don't look nor take 'eed at the man that is struck,
Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck
And march to your front like a soldier.
Front, front, front like a soldier . . .
When 'arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch,
Don't call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch;
She's human as you are -- you treat her as sich,
An' she'll fight for the young British soldier.
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier . . .
When shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine,
The guns o' the enemy wheel into line,
Shoot low at the limbers an' don't mind the shine,
For noise never startles the soldier.
Start-, start-, startles the soldier . . .
If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white,
Remember it's ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
And wait for supports like a soldier.
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . . .
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier ~of~ the Queen!
Rudyard Kipling
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Lone Soldier
I am a lone soldier
separated from a pack
I am a lone soldier
Watching my own back
I am a lone soldier
with my own mentality
A soldier that won't run
One of the few that can see
My voice as my gun
It might just be me
head up towards the sky
the ground to my knee's
I ask him why
I plead and i plead
I ask him for a sign
when the world will be free
Of poverty, Hate, Deception, and greed
I'm looking for the key
For a utopia in this life
i am a lone soldier
fighting this fight
I am a lone soldier
the word of prayer as my knife
I am a lone soldier
praying through the night
I am a lone soldier
hoping that an innocent, life
will be free of bloodshed
and the dead will cease
I am a lone soldier
one that's fighting for piece
piecing the pieces together
solving this puzzle
I am the one soldier
that's not looking for trouble
I am a lone soldier
trying to do no wrong
solely fighting for justice
committing no harm
I am a lone soldier
using my arms and my hands
i am a lone soldier
a sacrificial lamb
I am a lone soldier
knee deep in the sand
I am a lone soldier
wandering this wasteland
wondering how man
can cause such destruction
putting lives at risk
for solely deduction
i am a lone soldier
looking for amplification
or augmentation
to create a better society
..lone soldier
Heaven and Earth
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