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The uniform
A child is born into the storm
for the first time he cries
in a flash he sees into his future
mother stills, he closes internal eyes
intelligent boy beyond his years
unwilling to conform
trouble is his middle name
he outruns the uniform
the young man ignores the draft
not ready to transform
they came and took him anyway
no hiding from the uniform
military honed his skills
an asset to the land
in the covert services his uniform
worldwide in demand
comrades died in his arms
blood on his hands lukewarm
he, injured, escaped the fate
to see another dawn
through the years he cries for his men
dead as civilians, not in war
they closed the book on their lives
from grief of what they saw
despite his demons, a daily fight
invisible tag, no one may know
once in the hidden service
the uniform never lets go
feedback van andere lezers- ivo
het leven is een strijd waarbij men nooit zijn uniform kan uitdoen, omdat oorlog nu eenmaal ook een etiquete vraagt .. killea: thank you Ivo
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j - Mistaker
Universal soldier...
Greta xx killea: thank you Greta
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j - martine
stilmakend
xxx killea: many thanks, martine
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j - Liesje
gevoelig neergepend June! killea: many thanks Liesje
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j - Manono
Echte vrijheid bestaat eigenlijk niet. killea: many thanks Christine
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j - jan
I was lucky not to go,
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j
killea: thank you Jan
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j
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