posted on Jun, 21 2014 @ 08:09 AM
For a’ the screams I hear at night
Through curtains softly closed,
For a’ that bullets wracked these bones
As we stood at lines opposed
For a’ the men who lay in bits
Strewn on roads and dirt,
For a’ those boys sent forth to die
Sent home with untold hurt
For a’ the reasons war won’t work
And for all the lies we’re sold
“ Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori”
But if you’ll no’ back me in this war, feel free to stand afore me.
B x