I've heard folk talk of glory
I've heard them talk of honour,
They spin tall tales of gallantry
Legends of heroic endeavour.
Funny how they glorify war
Amusing the way they speak of death,
They make is sound so grand
Almost like it's actualy fun.
They forget to mention the details
Those annoying little facts,
You see reality isn't quite as positive
The truth is a tad inconveniant.
They don't mention the despair
The soul destroying fear,
They don't speak of the desolation
Far away from home.
We send our lads to foreighn shores
To fight our political wars,
Because we don't have to watch them die
We don't see what they are forced to become.
Millions of lonely feet
Have marched to our beat,
Slaves to the bloody greed
Of their own people.
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