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Play Soldier

James Sackett

Remember, you was just a kid playing soldiers,
And the neighborhood lay in ruins
And the telephone wires had been cut
And the neighborhood was behind enemy lines,
Like you get caught, get your throat cut.
Pretending shell shock all we want,
The spoils and spills of war.
We was just kids, children dream of blood,
And chicks dig scars, scars make men.
The sticks as daggers, became swords,
Until we clutched them lengthwise against our shoulders,
Aimed, and fired,
We was all dead soldiers.

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