Many a Wars Bloody Stage
I think they call it that!
I think the term always remains the same.
It takes a cunning and cruel mind, to lower our ground and make us wade.
We’ve been taken for the worst kind of fools.
We’ve suffered greatly and are looked upon as nothing but degenerate slaves.
We’ve lost loved ones and parts of our hearts. We’ve been lied to, deceived and betrayed.
Sacrifices our ancestors made for freedom, democracy on many a wars bloody stage. They've just kicked the sacred dust of those honoured memories made.
I think I know what the great plan was all along...
We, the British public have been played.
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