It May Concern (A Soldier's Confession)

They all ask why I joined the army now.
They all think that I’ve lost my mind.
I could have stayed back working with the plow,
but there’s something I need to find.

I don’t belong here, this plan does not fit.
I thought maybe I could do good.
Training has hurt.  Spirits intensely lit.
They push me harder then I could.

As I fly far, far away from the free
I doubt if what I did was right.
I’m no soldier, I’ve no courage to see
but now it’s too late.  I must fight.

It all sinks in too fast as I walk past.
These poor, weak children break my heart.
Why won’t it go, the fatigue seems to last
It’s hot, but I freeze when it’s dark.

Now there’s no time to think of what to do.
No one could be prepared for this.
Through this war I have become someone new
as I’ve come to brush death’s true kiss.

Returned home I easily see how silly
we are and I have come to learn.
We have it good but others don’t . . . really.
I know there is something bigger.
I write to those it may concern.