I'm just a toy.
All men can play
with my heart; it's plastic.
I cry real tears.
My arms are man made.
I can feel sorrow.
My mind does not count.
I'm just a toy.

I am sold in large groups.
Just like me,
other toys are sold and bought.
Their eyes can not see,
for they are plucked.
Their ears can not hear.
They're all just toys.

I can really talk,
but I can't say words.
When I scream,
I can't be heard. When I scream,
no one can hear me.
When I scream;
silence;
I'm just a toy.

COPYRIGHT 2000 by Michael Bonanno
LOC Reg. #TXu 934-647

Reproduction of “To A Soldier”
or any part therein
without the express
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Michael Bonanno, is
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