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Date: 08/11/09
"They All Wear Their Poppies With Pride"
There's rats in the trenches,
A thousand foul stenches
Of piss, pus and puke, blood and death.
Jim's screaming his head off
'Cause Frank hasn't got one,
And Joey's just drawn his last breath.
While back home in Surrey,
They try not to worry
And keep all their doubts locked inside.
For in a few years
There'll be no more tears,
And they'll all wear their poppies with pride...
She can't understand
As she holds the girl's hand,
That her daughter's no longer attached.
They were all blown to hell
As a terrorist cell,
Though a wedding was all that they'd hatched.
And back in the West
They're so sure they know best,
Though they've tortured and murdered and lied.
And they don't want to know
What the body counts show
As they all wear their poppies with pride...
Oh, they all wear their poppies with pride...
At the annual board meeting,
Arms dealers are greeting
Reports of their profits with glee.
They'll always be willing
To make a quick killing
From slaughter and mass misery
And when it's all over,
They'll head off to stuff
The big bellies their suits cannot hide.
And they won't spare a thought
For the carnage they've brought,
But they'll all wear their poppies with pride...
Yes they'll all wear their poppies with pride...
Whoever you mix with,
There's bound to be someone
Whose mind is still caught in the mesh.
Those soldiers aren't heroes,
They're nothing but fodder
For the thing that grows fat on our flesh.
And you show no respect
For the ones left behind
Or the miserable sods who have died.
If you can't face the truth about why they were killed,
And you still wear your poppies with pride...
If you still wear your poppies with pride....
Do you still wear your poppies with pride?
(© Paul Cudenec, November 2009)
