A Soldier Boy


I became addicted to your camouflage before the flag close to my fathers camo

Before I could blink my eyes, I was linked to my rifle armor

I tried to stop but the boots and pouches were too heavy to car rid

I was just an attaché, attached to my Franca devoir
The stripes I carry are tribes of strive I started

I was deployed to protect the al’umma from the foes of the Kasa

I walked toe to toe with death, but if luck run out on me, then lay rest and tree boots to my demise.

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