15 December 2012
A bugle sounds so far away
For another lost for your tomorrow
Sand kicked from a soldiers boot as he disembarks in sorrow
Another comrade fallen another broken brother
A man that has returned to try again to be a lover
And in the dust and debris that he leaves behind
A young and wide eyed boy tiptoes amongst the mines
The locals skip behind a wall acknowledging their fear
And the dickers dick their man as they draw ever near
This war of terror sucking in an endless stream of sister, mother, father, brother
A conflict that will end our
Trembling under cover?
But wake good people of our land, take in the maimed and broken
The lives they give in vein is just another politicians token.
Another way for faceless men to claim how righteous we truly are
Another party trick which I believe has gone too far.
Our shores are not as safe as they would lead us to believe.
We will never beat an enemy we will never see.
How many more of our boys and girls must fade, How many more must we welcome with a funeral parade.
I have seen too much of sacrifice in Ireland and the Balkans,
Bring them back to our shores and forget the gestures which are token!
Token Gestures • Opuss № I