Original artwork description:

Illustration of my poem “child soldier”

Baby born on judgment day
The same day they took her away
Mother father sister brother
Abductor, jailer, master, commander
Shine your boots and polish your pistols
Forget the family that miss you
There’s so many new games to play
Buy tomorrow give your all today
Cracked teeth create character
Broken bones make you stand taller
The glory of the first kill
The trauma, abuse, alcohol, pills
The days, weeks, moths roll past
Baby grew up oh so fast
Never to be caught unarmed
Only she causes herself harm
Another death, another notch
Her pride and joy her Heckler Koch
You will never make it out
What you last can’t be found
And she’s looking for new recruits
Time to go back to her roots

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