The sun gave back its night throne
Lifting shadows from where they were thrown
Loose light let cast, upon a huddled mass
Khaki clad for a whistle bemoaned
Running miles to give it room
A pierced echo came out of the gloom
To feel a friends hand, into no mans land
Where cordite and fear are perfumed
The old farmstead seems now so alone
As courageous end stands to atone
A stench of death walks with every breath
And bodies look like they are not owned.
A rifle is a best friend they assume
To give and take life in full bloom
To see all made friends, meeting terrible ends
A Planned tragedy leaders, have fumed
Whole villages came here home-grown
Teenagers moulded into hearts of stone
Felled like corn, nowhere near they were born
Placed down on the list as disowned
Church bells peeled with resonating boom
As the packed ship eased away from the flume
No words were uttered, mothers hankies fluttered
Not wanting their sons to be entombed.
A blinding flash out of the unknown
Tore shockwaves from all skin and bone
Detonation expanding, none were left standing
A generation gone, un-chaperoned
Officers drank with leaders in the anteroom
Knowing of their subordinates doom
How many souls lost, for land at what cost
Years will never hide this when exhumed.
The masses have seen this and not overthrown
What the rulers of the world have sown
To bring fear and defeat, into every street
Goodness and forgiving dethroned
There are statues erected to whom
Ones who sent millions presume
To a wasteful demise, life lost in their eyes
Brides wait at the alter ungroomed
If you feel that this verse is overblown
Then stay tucked in your bed and postpone
The hammers that you take, these false statues to break
You will never know, what these boys have known |  |
