Child-soldiers

I might be crazy.
I might be a fool.
I might be different.
I might live my own life.

I do nothing wrong.
I don’t break any rules.
I respect other persons.
I live my own life.

But in this world;
There are people who can’t live their own life.
They don’t have a choice.
They have to listen to others.

They have to steal.
They have to kill.
They’re only children.
They’re soldiers in a rebellion army.

They’re taken away from there family’s.
They are used by grown-ups;
Boys for fights.
Girls for the pleasant of the grown-up.

They don’t get help.
The country where they live in has enough problems.
The only one who can help them are we.
We can help them get away there.

They’re there against there will.
They are child-soldiers.
They are used by rebellions.
We have to save them.

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