Death Blood & Sin.

Lord you are so hard on the Mothers of soldiers,
They cry a Million tears for there children who fight & die,
The Daffodils dance but are overcome by the poppy fields,
For each poppy is a Soldier lost in the fight for freedom,
It signifies the blood in its reddish coloured petal’s,
The faces of there boys will not fade into memories,
Seldom there Ghosts return telling there tales of woe!
Look into the eyes of an ex Soldier who has seen war,
And you will see a blankness where light was before,
And in there dreams they fight over & over again,
For the ones who have seen there is no rest from war,
As into there sleep what creeps in is the fear & the gore,
Floating Bodies Grey and rotting slip into view,
Kill or be killed was there only choices,
But now in there sleep they can hear long lost voices,
As the ashes and body parts fall in showers like rain,
Bullets race past there heads aiming for other targets,
Continents are covered with the smells of death & gunpowder,
And the stink of bodies cooking in there own fats,
This can be only one place!
It must be Hell on earth,
So my friends do not go there ever again,
Believe me when I say Peace is a lot better than war!
So don’t sent your children off to see all the things I saw,
Nothing is worse than a field of unwashed gore.



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