Street Soldier Young….

You didn’t have to die young soldier,
at the hands of those black hearted fools.
Would you have lived until you were older,
if our leaders learned to play by the rules.

They preach about prosperity and peace,
while starting wars all over our lands.
They’d rather have our power increase,
than look after the poor in our hands.

Does that idiot Duncan Smith even care,
ripping through our poor like a storm.
will he worry where to eat, what to wear,
no he’ll always have a buddy to keep warm.

Does he know of you or where you came from,
the streets where you were born and raised.
There’s two parts to our united kingdom,
if he knows ours, then I’ll be amazed.

It’s your life about which we should talk,
that you fought and survived the Afghan.
You certainly knew how to walk the walk,
like my sons to soon you were a man.

I don’t believe in god or any kind of religion,
still in your final moments I hope it was there.
It’s the human race that I’ll pin my hopes on,
but those with wealth must learn to share.

Soon I’ll find out about death, or not,
I wish you could have some of my years.
We’ll never know if this is our lot,
if dead insects ever shed or cause tears.

I won’t say it for your obviously not sleeping,
but if it’s there I hope you do find grace.
Now I feel sorry for those still left weeping,
they have the horrors of this world still to face.