THE PERFECT SOLDIER
The perfect soldiers on patrol,
He's a silent ruthless soul.
He never tires, he never sleeps,
A perfect watch, he always keeps.
His goal is just, to wound or maim,
He has no sights, he takes no aim.
No magnetic charm has he,
He can't be found that easily.
From Kurdistan, Vietnam and Laos,
You'll find this chap, near field and house.
Young mothers, fathers, kids at play,
This chap will blow them all away.
Yet, even when the peace is won,
The perfect soldier carries on.
So don't perhaps you think it;s time,
To ban the use, of the land mine !!
Ian Woolger.......