Showing posts with label Soldiers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Soldiers. Show all posts

Monday 3 July 2023

THE WARRIOR WAS REWARDED

 

The warrior was rewarded

For his performance in the arena

When he was given a young woman

From the temple of Vesta

Who he happily devoured,

And afterwards he was Gladiator

Tuesday 26 July 2022

WHETHER THEY MAY WIN OR LOSE

 

Whether they may win or lose

Or whether they think its right

Our soldiers don’t get to choose

Which wars that they fight

Friday 24 February 2012

Soldiering

IT WAS THE LOWLY SOLDIER

It was the lowly soldier
Not the journalist
Who won their right
To freedom of the press

It was the lowly soldier,
Not the lofty poet,
Who won for them
Freedom of speech

It was the lowly soldier
Not the politicians
Who secure for all of us
The peace

IT’S THE SIMPLE SOLDIER

It’s the simple soldier
Who serves the flag
It’s the simple soldier
Who salutes the flag
It’s the simple soldier
Who fights beneath that flag
It’s the simple soldier
Who dies beneath that flag
And it’s the simple soldier
Carried shoulder high
In a coffin draped by the flag

WHY IS IT THAT THE FLAG?

Why is it that the flag?
Means more to those who fight for it
Than it does to the people
Who sent them to fight for it

WHY IS IT THAT THE NATIONS FLAG?

Why is it that the nations flag?
Appears to mean much more
To the soldiers who fight for it
Than the people they’re fighting for

GOD AND THE SOLDIERS

We look to God and the soldiers
Mostly during times of war
But when peace again descends
They are both forgotten like before

Wednesday 28 April 2010

WAR AND WARRIORS

GRANDDADS WAR

In South Africa during the Boer War
Granddad got the key of the door
In France during World War 1
He lay wounded when the day was done

He could have met a very bloody end
But for the bravery of his friend
So he lived to fight another day instead
And died an old man in his own bed

THE SOLDIER’S LAST MUSTER

When the sun is in the west
You will safely go to rest
At the setting of the sun
With your soldiers duties done
You will feel your God is nigh
As you ascend up to the sky
And in earths fading light
Where tears diminish sight
Where loved ones question why
A new star will grace the sky
Gleaming bright in the firmament
Proudly amongst the regiment
To mark the passing of a soldier son
Who died not seeing victory won
Now the time that moves us most
The plaintive lament of the last post
For those falling fighting foes
Heads bow as the bugle blows

BEFORE THE KAISER CAME

Before the Kaiser came
Swallows fed on the wing
Above green meadows
Butterflies danced on the breeze
And birdsong filled the copses

Then the Kaiser came
And no longer did birds sing
Mud filled the meadows
Gunfire echoed on the breeze
And rats fed on the corpses

FLANDERS ENDURED

A wondrous pastoral scene
Green fields and meadows
Woodland and hedgerows
Unchanged for centuries
A beautiful place, a safe place
Then came war’s unkind caress
Which swept away the green
Repainted the pastoral scene
In shades of brown
And turned everything to mud
Tree trunks devoid of branches
Stood like rows of rotted teeth
In the mouth of hell
The fetid stench of detritus
Filled the air
All this did Flanders endure
The blood, the mud, the tears
For four long years
Now another kinder hand
Has touched the land
And colour has returned
From the paint box of peace

SERRIED ROWS OF CROSSES

The landscape changed
From peace to bloody war
A hellish muddy landscape
Those men had to endure

And when war was ended
The living had moved on
The dead remained on parade
To forever guard the Somme

The landscape changed
From bloody war to peace
A sombre mark of the passing
Of those who fell before the cease

Serried ranks of white crosses
Marking those who stayed
To be forever remembered
These fallen comrades on parade

FIGHTING TALK

“You’re fighting for a just cause”
That is the justification
“You’ll make the world a safer place”
“You’ll protect your nation”

These are the politician’s words
Spoken with passion and pride
Spoken away from the line of fire
Spoken from where warmongers hide

Men of empty rhetoric
These politicians never see danger
Safe on their leather seats
They never hear shots fired in anger

PROUD HERITAGE

Like many Englishmen
When our history is revealed
My forebears shed their blood
Men who never thought to yield
On the battlefields of England
And on many a foreign field

Wednesday 3 June 2009

GHURKA WARRIOR

Ghurka warrior
Proud and loyal
How can you take
This cruel betrayal

Always williing
To take up arms
To suffer war
And all its harms

You defended empire
And commonwealth
Fighting hand to hand
And in stealth

You stood and fought
In our nations name
How we forsake you
To our governments shame

Ghurka warrior
Loyal and proud
You now have justice
Let us cheer you aloud