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| Has mercy a place where slaughter is king?. | |
| By BrianRobertNeal | ||||||||||||||
| 26 March 2007 | ||||||||||||||
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Lyrics by Kate Bush ( Army Dreamers.), annotated by descriptive verse. It seems sadly relevant today and perhaps forever. “My little army boy Is coming home from B.F.P.O. I've a bunch of purple flowers To decorate his mammy's hero.” ***************** The communication quite simply said, “It’s our tragic duty to have to inform you Your son injured in action is now dead.” He was gone, I’ll grieve, what else can I do? ***************** “Mourning in the aerodrome, The weather warmer, he is colder. Four men in uniform To carry home my little soldier.” ***************** They kindly sent a car to take me to The Chapel of rest that he now lay in. My senses were frozen, nothing got through Till I was stood by the open coffin. ****************** "What could he do? Should have been a rock star." But he didn't have the money for a guitar. "What could he do? Should have been a politician." But he never had a proper education. "What could he do? Should have been a father." But he never even made it to his twenties.” ************************** He’d only wanted to be a Soldier. Joined up at sixteen and in his third year. So small and helpless, what a sad picture Wanted to suckle him, just hold him near. ************************** What a waste -- Army dreamers. Ooh, what a waste of Army dreamers. *************** Knifed to death by an injured enemy Was told that he would not have felt a thing. He’d offered water, an act of mercy. Has mercy a place where slaughter is king? **************** Tears o'er a tin box. Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know, Like a chicken with a fox, He couldn't win the war with ego. ***************** He would be given a hero’s acclaim. My reply made them look at me oddly. “I’ll organise his funeral, if it’s all the same You have had his soul, I’ll have his body ***************** Give the kid the pick of pips, And give him all your stripes and ribbons. Now he's sitting in his hole, He might as well have buttons and bows.
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