There was no pain when I was first stuck
The bayonet pierced so deeply into me
I wouldn’t have known I was so hit
If my body hadn’t collapsed to one knee
My opponent grinned and pulled away
His eyes searching for my dying gasp
I followed his gaze to my new wound
And dropped my weapon which I did clasp
The blood trickled and then it flowed
As we both watched the ground turn red
He expected that I’d just give up
And succumb to my intended death bed
But I failed to yield the fight
For I pulled my pistol and fired
He looked bewildered as the bullet did hit
It was he who now looked exhausted and tired
It was only now that I did really see
That my opponent was just a young boy
With blood gushing from a mortal hole in his chest
His ill-fated victory held no further joy
And so he died as I watched him pass
I had no emotion as he departed
Though I would live and tell the tale
I curse men who make children so evil-hearted
