Afghan Fields

I’ve not been to Afghanistan Fred has He’s seen the summer dust He’s breathed the summer dust He’s felt the winter snow He’s walked the fields where those other poppies grow Fred’s eyes have measured the mountain heights that divide the valleys – that divide the fights that divide the people of that land His ears have heard these divided people crying He has smelt the smells of the dead and dying And the cries of soldiers – of our land – hurt By roadside bombs – hidden in the dirt Tell me Fred All the dead Are they a price oh such an evil price – that must be paid for people in that land – to be no more afraid to live their lives free of tyrannical yoke? We can’t hope to understand – we lucky folk (Singer/songwriter Fred (Iain) Smith known as “The Singing Diplomat” spent more than a government official living with Australian soldiers in Afghanistan)