Now you can visit the gravesides
in those fields of France
lay down your flowers
on those cold headstones
remember the slain,
the dying, the suffering
the loss and the pain.

It's fine to remember the
"Green Fields of France"
but the words of that song
are but just a memory
of a time long past
when they died for a
Promised Land.

A land that was free
a war to end wars
they died in their millions
those poor working lads
and what was the outcome
for the blood that was spilt,
for God knows what for
for the slaughter
goes on day after day.

They are still dying today
Soldiers not known
to you nor me
the unknown soldier
to most of us,
they have lost arms
they have lost legs
left them behind
in Iraq, Afghanistan.

now they are not heroes
not in any given sense
just working lads
who are maimed and destroyed
for Christ knows what.


I remember the blood
I remember the pain
trying to keep  some
young boy alive,
no shouts of glory
just sad moans of pain
as they cried for their mothers
as they cried for their wives