Little John Brown stares at the scene

Two men

One tall and broad

A green uniform wrapped around his body

One short and skinny

A blue outfit hugging his chest

Different as could be

One similarity

Each holds a gun in his hand pointed at the other

Go soldier boy, he yells in his head

He prays the one in green will win

Will win the soldier game

Will come out victorious and defeat his enemy

For little John Brown it is all a game

Which soldier wins, which one is shot

They remind him of his soldier toys

The little ones

The ones that sit under his christmas tree

Ready to fight and once they die they come back

They come back to play again

To defeat the enemy that conquered them

Old man Earl watches the scene infront of him

Two men

One big with confidence

In reality rather small

The other small with fear

Though actually rather big

Old man Earl stares in fear

These two men have too much to lose

Not enough to gain by killing the other

He watches the one that appears big take a confident step

The one that appears small shakes in his boots

The scene is tragic

Two men fight for a cause they hardly know about

And the heat of their subtle disagreement

Will end in the loss if a precious life

For the little boy it is but a game

But for old man Earl there is a life on the line

One pleads go soldier boy, go

And the other

Run soldier boys, run