THEY TELL YOU
They tell you of the glory
Of the heroism strong
Of patriotic soldiers
Destroying all the wrong
And that it's good and right
It's noble and its honest
To go and fight the fight
They tell you it's your duty
To fight to save your king
It's thrilling and it's brave
And all there stand and sing
Not of the sons choking, stumbling
Not of the children groaning, moaning
Not of the fathers crouching, shaking
Not of the thousands lying, rotting
Never of the guns or bombs;
Never of the mud or fear or screaming
Never of the gas like fire
Never of the thousands lying, rotting
Soldiers at the line are screaming
Family in the mud are drowning
Friends are slowly bleeding, dying
Thousands there are lying, rotting
They sit behind there desks
And say that God is on our side
They haven't seen the blood or bombs
Or the millions that have died
Duana Pearson
