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Taqaharu’s going to be a soldier Like his father and his brother were before His mother doesn’t want to lose another She cries because she knows his life’s worth more He’s going to war with his outsized boots His backpack and his gun He gets dizzy with excitement Has to chew hard on his gum He smiles for the camera And then frowns at what he’s done Then he turns And falls in line Taqaharu’s going to have a birthday He’ll be ten years old on Sunday week Taqaharu wants to be a grown up Looks like war’s more fun than hide and seek He stands proud in his uniform He knows he’s made it now He’s been told he’ll be a hero But he hasn’t been told how He receives his plastic key to heaven Takes his holy vow Then he turns Then he’s gone .
