`asiya
27-01-08, 10:09 AM
When my grandmother died a couple of years ago, i found this poem on an old yellowed newspaper with some of her recipies. It was printed in our local paper many, many years ago before this so called " war on terror "
Sing a song that tells of glory
Sing a song of battles fought
Sing a song that tells a story
Of the lives that are lost for naught.
Sing a song of far off shores
And of all the blood and toil
Of the boys who fight the wars
Just to die for Arab oil.
Fathers sons and brothers lost,
In that far off Arab land.
Can we ever count the cost,
With bowed heads we silent stand.
Sing a song of fathers lost
And of husbands, and of sons
Can we ever count the cost
As they face those Arab`s guns.
Do they fight for Queen and country?
When they die on foreign soil
Do they fight to save their honour ?
No! its just for Arab oil!
Sing a song that tells of glory
Sing a song of battles fought
Sing a song that tells a story
Of the lives that are lost for naught.
Sing a song of far off shores
And of all the blood and toil
Of the boys who fight the wars
Just to die for Arab oil.
Fathers sons and brothers lost,
In that far off Arab land.
Can we ever count the cost,
With bowed heads we silent stand.
Sing a song of fathers lost
And of husbands, and of sons
Can we ever count the cost
As they face those Arab`s guns.
Do they fight for Queen and country?
When they die on foreign soil
Do they fight to save their honour ?
No! its just for Arab oil!