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.
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