ALONG AN A WAR-TORN ROAD
Weary leaden footsteps
Tramp the war-torn road
Ragged with fatigue
The endless serried ranks
Of weary ragged lads
Stout of heart
March, not in retreat
But ever onward to the foe
BOMBER COMMAND
At last they are remembered
In marble and bronze
In Green Park they stand
The forgotten band of brothers
Silent yet speaking aloud
Of honours unsung
These brave men
Held in contempt
By the very politicians
Who sent them to their deaths
Shunned by Churchill
In the cold light of peace
These forgotten heroes
Of an unpopular campaign
These warriors on the wing
They didn’t question
They didn’t ask why us
They went where they were sent
And half never returned
IN LESS THAN A GENERATION
At the start of World War II
Americans crossed into Canada
To join the war
Because they thought it right
Twenty years later
Americans crossed into Canada
To avoid the war
Because they didn’t want to fight
No comments:
Post a Comment