I've seen religious belief
Bring nothing but grief
When holy soldiers lives
Can be remembered by their wives
With nothing but a wreath
I've heard of political aims
From men with claims
To be able to see
The way to be free
Then pocket all the gains
I've know countries start wars
In the name of a cause
Thanking those that died
Forgetting those survived
To a round of applause
I've seen flags fly high
As young men die
With the family loss
Marked by a cross
But not a reason why
I'v asked what it means
When men forsake dreams
For a noble sacrifice
That takes away their life
For a propaganda machine
The answer comes again
And still remains the same
They sell us a story
Of honour and glory
Lest for truth we'd refrain
copyright/all rights reserved Joe Fogg 2011
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 12:21 PM UTC
I've seen religious belief
Bring nothing but grief
When holy soldiers lives
Can be remembered by their wives
With nothing but a wreath
I've heard of political aims
From men with claims
To be able to see
The way to be free
Then pocket all the gains
I've know countries start wars
In the name of a cause
Thanking those that died
Forgetting those survived
To a round of applause
I've seen flags fly high
As young men die
With the family loss
Marked by a cross
But not a reason why
I'v asked what it means
When men forsake dreams
For a noble sacrifice
That takes away their life
For a propaganda machine
The answer comes again
And still remains the same
They sell us a story
Of honour and glory
Lest for truth we'd refrain
copyright/all rights reserved Joe Fogg 2011
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