I've learned to use the guns you've made <br />And the planes that were built to destroy <br />I've learned to fight with God on my side <br />For my country with pride and with joy <br /> <br />I try to seal the swords of the past <br />And my ears from the cries of the dead <br />I want to hear the angels sing <br />And wash off the blood that was shed <br /> <br />I see them rise like ghosts from the grave <br />When they haunt my dreams in the night <br />I want to repent the things I've done <br />But I've learned to belive it was right<br /><br />Göran Gustafsson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-soldier-s-lament/
