Celebrating 50:Xxi

It was two ways to go And two ways we went The tears they wrung from us Until gape the cracked faith wide The blood we surrenderd to the dust War is a battle between opposing sides A contention of beliefs A fight for wrong subjugated to right The root of evil is the relentlessness of might Two ways to go But only one tell of victory sweet. Those days in nineteen thirty eight foretold Like a flickering finger on the wall One day we would starve ourselves Of hatred and forget The blemish and blemish the British left Like a flagpole without the jack overthrown The comeing of the black green and gold The coming of a bellyful of peace Ladled idleness and the death of myth The lingering beginning of war So different from we knew When the sugar corchy blew.