The Cost of the Cause
THE COST OF THE CAUSE
A driver badly beaten, as the rioters burn his bus
A victim of the cause who passed away without a fuss
He was thrown to the pavement and his life just ebbed away
Though no one even noticed, amid the chaos and the fry
A soldier blown to bits, yet some people sing and cheer
He didn’t care about the cause; his squad was just sent here
Another English village, mourns another murdered son
A new recruit, from another town, picks up the soldiers gun
A “hero” plants explosives, in a city centre store
He calmly walks away, and then he waits to hear the roar
Innocents killed to prove a point. In a sickly, cold attack
It’s legitimate, they have a cause, and there is no going back
A child is brutally mown down, by a gunman’s speeding van
She was walking home from nursery, with her Mummy and her Nan
Collateral damage to the cause, in a putrid, bloody war
She was taken from her family, at the tender age of four
Another Policeman murdered, yet it never changed a thing
As he’s laid out in Church, and the choir begin to sing
A broken, grieving Mother, has to lay to rest her son
While terrorists fight a waning cause, which simply can’t be won
Copyright © Leslie Wilson | Year Posted 2018
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