Universal Soldier

He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen,
Been a soldier for a thousand years.

He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,
His orders come from far away no more,
They come from here and there and you and me,
And brothers can't you see,
This is not the way we put the end to war.


Buffy Sainte-Marie 1964


Written in the basement of the Purple Onion Coffee House in Toronto. "It's about individual responsibility for war and how the old feudal thinking kills us all"