Soldiers
If their cause is not good
Then their government has a heavy reckoning
When all those heads, arms and legs blown off in battle
Join together at a later day and cry we died at such a place
Some crying for a doctor
Some for their wives and children left behind them
Few die well that die in battle
For how can they when blood is their argument
Now if these men do not die well
It is a black day for their government
Respect to W.S.
Copyright © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2010
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