poem focusing on the 1st world war |
SINS OF THE SOMME Drudge drudge drudge - we march in time! War is hell and war's a crime The moral virtue of our words In firefights seem so absurbed Drudge Drudge drudge into the grave Cannon Fodder, programmed slave taught to hate and taught to kill subhumans not people real an abomination from another place A devilish spirit with a human face drudge drudge drudge - just marking time Over the top like herded swine living each moment as if its our last Forever fearing that whistle blast Its the sins of the Somme - you know what's wrong the immoral position of being strong The propaganda of "Gott mitt uns" the un-nerving sky frieght of the big guns Its the panic of mist mistaken for gas the snipers "crack" and terminal flash the "rat-a-tat-tat" of the Spandau crew and Barbed Wire still holding true Its the popppy fields like ears of corn the officer class - all swagger and scorn To which a dog soldier in this dog meat war dares question what we're fighting for? Then the voice that spoke up for good moral reason Was shot at dawn for spreading treason Its the sins of the Somme, The sins of the Somme - the sins! |