I want to forget the headlines
Or stated by the news team
Another soldier shot dead
Makes me want to scream
The family must be distraught
With it blasted on the news
Do the news editors ever give a thought
Of how this is shattering to the nerves
I am not saying that we shouldn't know
But not in such a dramatic way
As though the government worries
About a single life so far away
The bodies are flown home
People line the streets in respect
Everytime a plane has landed
The people of Wootten Bassett*
I would like to forget these scenes
But if I let it happen
I wouldn't be any better
Than our government who allows
these girls and boys
To return home in a coffin
* Wootten Bassett. Is the small town and the route that the cars take from the plane to wherever they are heading.
Each and every coffin is given this respect no matter what time of day or night it arrives.
Categories:
wootten, goodbye,
Form: Light Verse
There is a town up for rent, its inhabitant's spent
From the constant grieving that sees no a leaving
Please send us one back that survived an attack
So we can retire this black take these funeral suits back
There high street's a runway for funeral carriage
The tarmac's being ripped up from the constant barrage
So withdraw all the horses and silence the gun's
and pray for the memories of those lost to the War
Leave noble Wootten Bassett to cry no more.
Categories:
wootten, warfuneral, funeral,
Form: Free verse