He gazed at Them, as he was young,
As They're so strong, so great!
He strongly wished to be among
Them once, to be Their mate!..
Those soldiers with their shiny guns --
No doubt He was impressed.
And every boy'd see Them as ones
Who's best of all the best.
Of course He dreamed to be like Those!
So tall, so brave, so cool!
And surely, They'll defeat all foes,
He thought. Oh, what a fool!
He is now one. As every male.
The war is not a fairytale...
The bombs explode, the bullets fly.
The ones he knew all fall and die...
He doesn't look like Them at all.
They were so handsome, shiny, tall...
He lies in dirt, his jacket's torn,
His stomach bleeds. He feels forlorn.
No doctor's coming anymore.
No mercy's coming from the war.
He slowly blinks, His vision shrinks.
Last minute comes. He smiles and thinks:
"Is this what I was dreaming for?"
Your dreams may come true
© Copyright: Всеслав Коченов, 2016
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