Child Soldier Rebellion

Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion These children rebel again Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion These children rebel again Waiting for airships that never arrive With crosses on suitcases Novelty knives They aimlessly wandered the beach all that day Eventually most of them shuffled away A matchbox bears my pictures It details the reward for my capture "Not one person here has helped me!" Read the caption under my picture, see? The younger they are the more fearless They were by merchants who had offered seven ships "We were maimed Tortured and kidnapped They cut off ears, limbs, and lips" Oh my dears When they hear the news That's been written in tears They will know there's no way to excuse The lies that we use To force them to fight Then into their ragtag clothings And officer sews He says, "This will make for victorious battle It's a magical stone" Emmanuelle looks down at the ground As he fumbles to with the tassels on his boots He can still hear the sounds Of the many rebel groups Or the government militia Who he'd been fighting for No, no, he had no idea Ahh... Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion These children rebel again Child-soldier children, from the soldier rebellion These children rebel again!