"Here we go round the mulberry bush
Sang a blood stained soldier
His skull cracked and hugging a bullet
for grim death - his death,
Until hs last breath fades away
Echoing around the bush
In the mad, red, hot rush.
To Heaven.
Where he will go because he is a Hero.
He saved lives, countless lives but not his own.
That is not allowed when you are a Hero.
Round and round his head spins
Spinning around the metal case that
splintered his soul.
Round and round is the case.
A rat race to Heaven.