Child Soldier Rebellion

Child-soldier children 
From the soldier rebellion, 
These children rebel again. 

Waiting for airships that never arrive, 
With crosses on suitcases, novelty knives, 
They aimlessly wander the beach all that day. 
Eventually most of them shuffled away.

A matchbox bears my picture. 
It details the reward for my capture. 
“Not one person here has helped me.”
Reads the caption under my picture, see? 

The young they are, the more fearless! 
But they were betrayed by merchants who had offered them seven ships.
“We were maimed, tortured and kidnapped. 
They cut off our ears, limbs and lips.” 

Oh my dears, when they hear the news 
That’s been written in tears, 
They will know there’s no way to excuse 
The lies that were used to force them to fight.

Then into their rag tag clothing 
An officer sews. 
He says, “This will make for victorious battles. 
It is a magical stone.”

Emmanuele looks down at the ground 
As he fumbles with the tassels on his boots. 
He can still hear the sound 
Of many rebel groups 
Or the government militia. 
Who he’d been fighting for, 
No, no, he had no idea…

Child-soldier children 
From the soldier rebellion, 
These children rebel again. 

Child-soldier children 
From the soldier rebellion, 
These children rebel again.