POEMS OF WAR AND FREEDOM
THE WAR WAGON
they ride the war wagon it starts before eight they handle a gun pretend its their fate
they play the war games amongst all their peers their young and their able through all their young years
their taught all the history when they go to school to live by the law play by the rules
they are taught in marksmanship to handle with pride the guns and the weapons with God on their side
the years they go swiftly till they turn eighteen their young and there able their trained to be free they are taught about freedom and democracy
they choose to fight for country till democracy's gained in some foreign land just another foreign name
in sands of the desert or trails of the hills they fight for freedom and to live by Gods will
the war wagons rolling the flag it doth fly there's miles to travel whilst missiles fly
there's souls to gain on some foreign shore with bullets a firring in another mans war
the days they are long the nights they are dark with men torn n troubled their tales lit a spark
the battle hymns sound as the victory is gained whilst another sons lost its all in the game
the battles of warfare the pride and the pain the stories of valor again and again
the crys of the victor the sadness of loss its all shuffled up in the roll of a toss.
FLANDERS FIELDS
cannons roar on the last battlefields memories fade yet never ending only the tears remain those hard bitter grounds
where grass or plant will not take only the poppy grows there a gift from God of our shame its bloody redness decorates our coats and recollections the lord Kitchener call your country needs you in time of war
on the fields of Flanders the young men died for reasons unknown for only Honor was bestowed on bravery the fallen flowers of a generation died that we might recall their bravery the bugle plays the last post the call to arms has been silenced only the tears of generations will reflect on what might have been
what bravery what reckless call to arms for king and country for peace there but for the grace of God on the fields of Flanders we shall remember them.
WARS
war never seems to go away there's wars around here every single day wars of hate and wars of pain look there goes another war again
there's wars of terror every day not just a word made up today wars have existed since time begun wars divide and misuse the guns
wars of roses i recall wars of union and freedoms call wars of victory and wars of loss wars where man just counts the cost
wars wars and wars again look there goes another cause again wars to end all wars they said then they planned another in their heads
wars of division and to unite wars to win and lose tonight wars of faith and wars of greed wars to wage in time of need
wars that offer no sanctuary wars that stop just for tea wars that call for freedom and democracy its all just war to you and me.
THE LAST WAR
Like an act of treason without reason its a war that never ends they sell you hope and patrotism and give you peace my friend
Their words are writ on thruth that lies their spin is your best friend they sell you terrorism and the ilk with peace just around the bend
its a war to end all wars from many centurys in the hills of afghanistan they fight for you and me
the muslims are the enemy or was it once bengal it could have been the french as well its steeped in history the tales
the soldier carries the burdens fights for one lost cause believes in freedom and religion gotta win this bloody war.
soldier boys
Their growing poppies on the hillsides Tobruck to Alamein from the fields of Flanders freedoms to Afghans plains again
their singing songs and all the anthems the notes are all in time from the forces bloomin sweetheart all through the ranks of time
the madman shot his comrades the news is out today their blowing all those pipes again their drinking hip hoorays
the news was on the tele the scent was in the air the death of true religion all the Truth laid bare
their pushing out the stories telling all their lies their selling opium on the market to the young to make them wise
the medias got the answers the youth to go to war one hand on the trigger the other battle sore
their selling all the stories across the world wide web Christ has won the victory but the soldier boys lay dead.
PRINCE OF THE DESERT
The tanks did roll pon egdon heath the guns did roar with mouths like cannons teeth the gorse did grow and heather spread where soldiers trained and mothers bled
where writers wrote with durzet pen where streets were narrow and round yon bend where zunners all did run and play upon the heath each Saturday
where brambles grew down country lanes i recall it well now and again where museum ghost was on display where the curator had lots to say
upon the hill where Lawrence lay they've put another stone epitaph today where warehams st martins church an effigy is laid twas at moreton church the price was paid
a noble knight fought for a cause the Arab nation was his one accord they branded him then killed this man where hills of cloud have settled down
upon the hill o'er bovington the word of god wore a gown the master rider wore a crown pillars of wisdom gathered on that down
where princes and paupers came to call in the ranks of battle and of war where glory was slain in political gain upon the hill down cloudy lane.
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