Shireroth

31/08/05We called for some assistance from the friends that we had known,But these were the 1980s and we were on our own.We never felt like heroes or martyrs to a cause,Just battle-weary soldiers in a bloody civil war.The massacre now is over and the order new enshrined,While a quarter of the nation are abandoned far behind.Their leaders offer the cliched words, so righteous in defeat,But no one needs morality when there isn't enough to eat.The unity bond is broken and the loyalty songs are fake,I'll screw my only brother for even a glimpse at a piece of the cake.We only cry in private here behind the shuttered glass,When we think of the charge of this brigade, the severing of the past .On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back!We went galloping down the blackened hills,And into the gaping trap!The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead,Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds! SF-SN

*blink* There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.