Those Days of Lawless Law

The eyes are the same, we stared across the pub floor. So many years have gone by since the days of lawless law. We saw the real thing. We saw the real man. The stench in the air, young death on the land. I still hear you cry, I still hear you beg. For me to finish your life because of what they’d done to your legs. You once were my friend, my mate, my comrade. I never saw you again after the hell of the trench. Sixty years have gone by and there you are now, sat not ten yards away. Trying to not recognise me? Afraid to speak because of what you think I might say? My brother, my brother, for what we saw, they’ll never see! For what we knew, they’ll never know. For what we did, they’ll never do. For what we understand, they’ll never even consider. It’s me, it’s me, please look at me. ‘till my dying day you’ll be a brother to me.