A Footsoldier's Tale It gave him something to do Besides sit on the couch With no prospects Except the hamburger joint When somebody called in sick Right after he signed up for The Cause He got a nice new pair of combat boots And went to school To learn that Other People Were The Enemy In time he pulled his head Out of the clouds and took His feet off the ground To go home He found it hard to hold a job But harder still To pat his conscience down So every day he drank a fifth And every night he played roulette Until ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, 2014 published in Truthout |