Military Action
I am the one they call Mr. Michael Greenwall
and I enlisted to fight in a war.
Now, technology rules over family and school
and we can't say what we're fighting for.
We had our bodies matured and our minds, rest assured,
would sooner-or-later catch up.
Yet, I'm still laying down in trench made from ground
and I'm drinking some gin from a cup.
And when you see me there with my balding gray hair
even though I am just twenty-one:
Remember that day, though it seems long ago
that we all thought that fighting was fun.
My name's Lt. Greenwall and I'm having a ball
riding 'round in these old battered jeeps.
Where the men are all dead or they're drugged out instead.
All I know is that nobody sleeps.
There are times late at night when I'm stricken with fright
And I wish that I wasn't alone.
But there's no point to imagine what will come in the end.
I'll just wait until I get home.
And when you see me there with my balding gray hair
even though I am just twenty-one:
Remember that day, though it seems long ago
that we all thought that fighting was fun.
I am the one that they call Lt. Greenwall
and I'm finally leavin' the front
But my heart is left tattered, my arms are all battered
and I'm leaving with one leg a stump.
Come on, sing me a song; a song to remember
that'll never grow old in the night.
'Cause I need some distraction from this military action that none of us ever wished to fight.
And when you see me there with my balding gray hair
even though I am just twenty-one:
Remember that day, though it seems long ago
that we all thought that fighting was fun.
Copyright © 2000 Mike Vasas. All Rights Reserved.
