Aren’t you a good little soldier

Marched, took your orders

Took your orders

Blood on the street because you followed them

Bombs dropped on homes because you followed them

Bodies on the ground because you followed them

What a good little ant you are

Tying up the laces of your shiney boots

Stomping on the ground that was never yours to take

Good little soldier

You did your job

Got your bag

There are bodies in the ground, but you got paid

Your family didn’t starve

Your children went to the best schools

But there are children in the cities you took that visit

their classmates grave

that you helped make

Good Little Soldier

You did your job

You got paid

You’ll go to heaven you think

for protecting God and country

but the devil certainly knows your name

and waits