The Universal Soldier
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Soldiers all wear uniforms because they’re all the same,
Except that some will die tonight, some weep and some be lame,
Underneath their uniforms you can’t tell them apart,
But under every tunic beats a lonely frightened heart.
Fritz and Ivan sleep tonight in little homes of clay,
Proud they fought for fatherland that death might bring the day,
When all men will be brothers, when all men will be kings,
To dream and love, to sow the seed instead of death that stings.
Soldiers all wear uniforms they march in rank and file,
Whose mothers wouldn’t know them without their cheery smile.
My brother, did we meet in church or on vacation beach,
Now we’re taught to hate and fight, ram bullets in the breach,
Janis, Peter, Igor, in uniform of man -
Undressed when in Gods uniform, not split by tribe or clan,
Their hearts are uniform so true -
What to a brother they would do,
To save his life if he’d be true to God and not to man.
Soldiers wear their uniforms, their boots and buttons bright,
Then shortly after life has dawned too early greet their night.
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