For Queen and Country, by Darren Oxton Subscribe to rss feed for Darren Oxton

Standing tall, ‘shoulder to shoulder’, saluting fallen
brothers draped in our flag,
Not the first, nor neither the last, dressed for occasion in
a black zip-up bag,

The unfulfilled lives, young, carefree but loyal to their
command,
Return from the battle of a weary and desolate, ruined
wasteland, 

But how many times must we witness such a tragedy this way?
And who is fighting who? 
I dare I just cannot say,
Bullets flying, bombs falling-innocent lives condemned to
the past,
To what purpose, for what reason, despairingly I ask? 

Ancient place, wrapped in a coat of turmoil, unconquered
since Khan,
Spoon-fed propaganda, we digest, protecting us from
‘further terrorist harm’,

And so forth come the bodies of mislead men and women I
saw,
From a pointless, confused, fictional American lead war, 

As ‘For Queen and Country’, so the old saying goes,
I’d rather not bother, will it end? No-one knows
Posted: 2009-12-18 17:27:50 UTC

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