INFANTRY COLUMNS
We're foot--slog--slog--slog--sloggin' over Africa --
Foot--foot--foot--foot--sloggin' over Africa --
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!
Seven--six--eleven--five--nine-an'-tw enty mile to-day --
Four--eleven--seventeen--thirty-two the day before --
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
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War is never over
Thought the treaties may be signed
The memories of the battles
Are forever in our minds
War is never over
So when you welcome heroes home
Remember in their minds they hold
Memories known to them alone
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Have you forgotten yet?...
For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways:
And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow
Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you're a man reprieved to go,
Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare.
But the past is just the same--and War's a bloody game...
Have you forgotten yet?...
Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you'll never forget.
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The little children in the country school were reciting the Lord's prayer.
When the sound of the air-raid siren made them dive beneath their chair.
The teacher tried her best not to show her alarm.
A daylight bombing raid she prayed no one would come to harm.
One small little girl sat frozen and did silently cry.
Oh sweet Jesus please watch over my mom and sister I do not want them to die.
I could hear the planes flying low over head.
And I squeezed my hands tightly together I prayed no one in the village would be dead.
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You love us when we're heroes, home on leave,
Or wounded in a mentionable place.
You worship decorations; you believe
That chivalry redeems the war's disgrace.
You make us shells. You listen with delight,
By tales of dirt and danger fondly thrilled.
You crown our distant ardours while we fight,
And mourn our laurelled memories when we're killed.
You can't believe that British troops 'retire'
When hell's last horror breaks them, and they run,
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Even through war
Slitting throats
Taking lives
Death
So much death
Yet you are ever lonely
Through the parties
The deaths you caused
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Oh America The Great, What Happened?
You were the land of the free, the home of the brave,
But now you are the kingdom of the lost, the empire of the depraved.
A nation built on righteousness, now swallowed by darkness.
Your streets bleed with the cries of the innocent,
Your towers rise on the graves of morality,
And your people bow—not to God, but to greed, to perversion, to chaos.
Oh America The Great, What Happened?
You butcher the unborn in clinics called sanctuaries,
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Be busy like a honey-bee without fighting abnormally !
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See both sides is my plea and fighting is fully ugly !
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Do acts mainly to rescue and any fight is fiendish in my view !
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God will reward holy peace if we don't bombard fights to retard !
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Star ever entertains us, never entertains us war !
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Devil is war,
Evil acts are done,
Nil is peace,
Peril is severe,
Uphill is life,
Ill-deeds happen,
Thrill is lost,
Will is so bad,
"Kill" is its motto,
Fulfill deadly acts,
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Because we are just tired of seeing the war
So let stop throwing grenades
On the people that leave next door
To you
And embrace peace
That is my hope
For the people that are fighting
In the war overseas
They already killed a lot of
Innocent people
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