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Where once - There now
Where once our young men fought so well,
Where once they stood and went through hell,
Where once they died and where they fell
There now politicians collect.
When the bullets flew red hot lead
Knew no favours as men fell dead
Screams the last sound they ever bled.
'Move that light, get the right effect.'
Shells whistling from armoured tanks
Toppled down with a pray of thanks
Offices, churches, homes and banks.
'Our politicians must not look old.'
In the ruined and wasted city
Fought an army shorn of pity,
Falling down like red confetti.
'That's better, now they look so bold.'
Where once flapped torn and bloodied coats
There now comes others seeking votes.
Where once men died with willing hands
There now a politician stands
Where once for freedom husbands died
There now has a politician lied.
Where once fell sons and lovers dear
There now falls a crocodiles tear.
poem
by
Paul Anthony
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