Playing Soldiers By Becky Gerran My bare foot stumbles on hard plastic G.I. Joe lies crumpled on the floor A relic of bitter combat On the western front of the bedroom Half a world away, a little boy Doesn't play soldiers anymore Too many have trampled his village streets The crumpled bodies aren't plastic And the things bare feet stumble on leave nothing alive to tell the tale
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