James P. MacMillan-Murphy


He is young and strong
and time will seem long
while he does what he has to do

He was trained to fight
But he won’t use that right
When wearing a beret of blue

It doesn’t make sense
On his side of the fence
To play a role he did not choose
When out on patrol he must keep control
With a gun he cannot use

He is some mother’s son
and not much can be done
Except pray he’ll come through
As he does his best
To survive the test
And bring home his beret of blue