“You spend your life avoiding conflict”
My new therapist has
just said
I suppose he has a
point, because visiting
War zones fills me
with dread
“You spend your life avoiding conflict”
My new therapist has
just said
I suppose he has a
point, because visiting
War zones fills me
with dread
During intense hostilities
All service men and
women
Pay with their lives
ultimately
Some will pay all at
once
But most make payments
Over their entire
lifetime
They must cross the barren earth
Where once wheat and
barley grew
A land where nothing
lives in the mud
And an eerie silence hugs
the land
Until the chattering
of machine gun fire
Breaks the quietness
of the morning
And hails of bullets
cut like a scythe
Until like wheat and
barley they fall
When they hear the recruiter’s call And they take the King’s shilling They’re trained and uniformed And marched towards the killing