We sent them off to war,
These bright young men
We had no knowledge of what they saw,
They came home bright young men no more .
Yes though brave they were no longer whole
Those that survived had no soul.
Many died,the lucky ones, death to them was kind.
Those who returned were faded in body and in mind.
Their loved ones at first relieved
Soon found they had much cause to grieve.
Though there, in body broken,
Their fears left unspoken
Their minds were left behind.
They went out whole, these bright young things.
They returned lost, holding on by gossimar strings
They went full of pride for God and King
They ran head long into hell
On return they could not relinquish it’s bad spell.
So we had a nation of half men, half ghosts
Fearful, their heads still had them at their posts.
The trenches and…
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