march on little soldiers
you can have my rations
my alcohol hidden in the water bottle i carry
my gun
my shoes
and my clothes
i wish to die possessionless and alone
just as i was alive
in death i will not be obligated to march
nor stand at attention
not staring into the sun's bright glare
across the mountains and buildings
i will never again be forced to stand straight
when i just want to sit
never be forced to forego my rest
for the sake of experiencing the night
walking through the gauntlet of sleepless business women and men
marching through bullets piercing my persona
of mistrust and betrayal
no longer will i sleep awake
soullessly walk
march on little soldiers
and fulfill your destiny without me
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