I’m ten years old, sir
I’m all of ten years old
And all I know how to do, sir
Is what I’ve been told.
I have never read a book, sir
And on a blackboard all I’ve ever seen
Is the pattern of a minefield, sir
And the inside of an M16.
I do what I’m told, sir
I do what I’m told
And if you tell me to be bold sir
Why then I will be bold
If you tell me it’s right sir
It's fine to slash and kill, why then I would
Because if you tell me something sir
It’s an order received and understood.
I wonder if it’s right sir
To pity the children soft and weak
While I play with life and death, sir
They just play hide and seek.
Childhood, why that’s a dream, sir
That’s a dream over and done
And maybe I’ll have a rest, sir
When you tell me your war is won.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2007/12