Children are deformed because of germs
You had contact with is not our concern
Even though it was in that foreign land
That we sent you to that desert sand
Why should we be forced so far into debt
For an obscure sickness not known as yet
It was tried when you went to the Far East
You brought back the orange, it took at least
Twenty years or more to prove the case
Of the germ that killed, for blame to be placed
We have our stooges in the great halls
Who will give our answers to questions all
They know which side who butters their bread
They know what, who and where to dread
They will fight you to the very last drop
Of their sweat and blood and will not stop
We have resources from which to draw
A bottomless well funded by that old known law
Of you scratch mine and I’ll scratch yours
There’s none here who will open the doors
You will have to fight this fight alone
When the fighting is over there’s no one home
In the peace time we do not want to face
The results of war and this be the case
The price that should and must be paid
To send our children when they are bade
For them to go to a far away land
To give their lives on that distant sand
Who will not come to answer the call
Who will protect the rights of us all
Let the ones whose orders we obey
Who make policy and send us away
Let them go to that faraway land
Let them fight on that foreign sand
You can bet if they come back home
A plan in place they will not be alone
Then there would be the best of care
Help and money from everywhere
So who cares if we must fight alone
I say, I do, I care and welcome home
Belljoye
© By Becky (LHolc55865@aol.com)
