Red Soldier

Red soldier, red soldier.
Why do you leave me?
Your men in combat.
Is like a swarm of viscous bees.
But sweet as honey.

Red soldier, red soldier.
How come you let them sell your men bodies.
Like they sold yours.
So what do you do?
Do you hide?

Red soldier, red soldier.
Did they make you high.
Is that why you won’t come.
Did they manipulate your mind.
What happen to you?

Red soldier, red soldier.
Near the golden fields.
Why do you not move?
Why is your body so cold and pale?
Red soldier.

I ask you why?