Were You There
Were you there in the slaughter of millions,
Did you sail away to the great world war,
Tween 1914 and eighteen,
with the crimson of blood an the gore,
Were you bullied there by the master,
To do your duty once and ever more,
To fight for the Empires fat masters, get cut down,
No you’d never a chance, with the gas and the dance,
And the murder when 200 guns roar.
Ultimate class distinction was there,
You were Hobbs or a Jackson, rare,
And the officer was always mister or a Sir,
But in your mind you called em cur,
When they walked you into the machine guns.
They should have sent the generals into bat,
War would be over rat a tat tat,
More blood n guts upon the flat,
With just the generals wife a crying… Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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