*een gedicht als engels huiswerk, het had erger kunnen zijn..*
little soldier
at the age of nineteen
beyond his city walls
he hasn't ever been
fighting a war
far from his land
with a death body beside
a granate leaves his hand
his best friend
was just a year older
but he died yesterday
when a bullet hit his schoulder
tears are coming up
he thinks about his mom
about the lives he has ended
and why he had to come
For the glory of his country
he had to fight enemy
but the only thing he wants
is to see the pretty face
of his newborn baby
in times like these
he can only pray for peace
God gave him a new day
but not even for a million
he would like to stay