Why should we men fight in battle?
When we have our own daughters and sons.
Without our families and their everlasting cackle,
At our last good meal before we run.
No fun and games, no cowries or bells,
No women to hold, No wedding choir
Only guns and armour, knives and shells
No call from mother from gay Shropshire .
Upon taking a bullet we tend to fall,
Not with loved ones but all alone.
Left alone to rot down to the bone
O, If only we hadn’t answered the call.
Why O Why did we choose to fight?
When we knew we wouldn’t see dawn’s new light!
Remembering every man, woman and child who laid down his/her life for his country.
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