The long road to doom began for me,
Down in Mexico at age twenty-three.
Garrapiñados was my biggest crime,
They would rot my teeth over time.
I did not know it, they tasted good,
I should have stopped, if I only could.
Coated peanuts, indeed what a treat,
Left all my choppers in total defeat.
Covered in caramel, and colored red,
But one by one my teeth left my head.
Years of pain would soon then follow,
Now at seventy my mouth is so hollow.
Yessiree, not one tooth is left in sight,
I have got nothing with which to bite.
So dear kiddies, don’t you be like me,
Avoid those nuts if your eyes do see.
From those red devils, yes, turn away,
And keep your teeth for another day.
See little tin soldiers standing in a row,
Called up for duty, and then off they go.
No, don’t question, do as you are told,
Just accept the lies you have been sold.
You’re required to blend in with the fold,
Don’t even try to break out of the mold.
Trained not to think, follow every order,
When the word is given, fire that mortar.
Harden your heart, and resist the pain,
Otherwise, you will no doubt go insane.
Time to go home now, your job is done,
A lot of blood spilled, but a war was won.
You are a big hero, they all now exclaim,
But yet deep inside, you still feel blame.
You remember many innocent lives lost,
And you question, was it worth the cost?
So many wars have been based on a lie,
Yet we never learn, and people still die.