Felix Kretschmer
Unknown Soldier
Another number for the name.
A new gun - What do you say?
Cold, red blood on the ground,
A bit dirt in his wound.
Another new, amazing war.
Death on earth - That's what he saw.
Only gunfire is in his head.
Everythings vanished, everythings dead!
No numbers, no names
And the widows are sad.
Screams in the mornin', tears in the night.
And only a half dozen is on our side.
"What do you do?","Just shoot him down!"
"Are you a man?" and a horrible sound.
What did he done? He killed a man
and all the hole folk is his fan.
Only gunfire is in his head.
Everythings vanished, everythings dead!
No numbers, no names
And the widows are sad.
Last man standing, everythings dead.
And the last living souls fly through his head
Fly through his head.
Through his head.
His ... Head.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 30.11.2005.
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