The Blue-eyed
The Blue-eyed
I wish my profession so tense
To disappear from the world;
Don’t want any honor, pretense
It’s not worth my blood.
Let the countries fight,
For right or for wrong
I don’t want to miss the flight
My anger’s not so strong.
Why should I kill someone
I don’t even know?
I have my family, my loved ones
My children want to grow.
We’re fighting on and on
Like morons in this world,
Wars for years reborn
And Peace is just a word!
When fighting sordid wars
Soldiers bleed and die
Leaders call us stars
That had fallen from the sky!
We don’t want these honors
To die dull and distinct
Wish like hunters
Our profession go extinct.