Following Fools Poem by Frans Adolph Steyn

Following Fools

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A Button is pushed and the sirens they roar
the troops are gathered, we are heading for war
like sheep to the slaughter they fall in the sand
but who pushed the button that reddened this land?

The prime minister who governs this state
He pushed the button that caused all this hate
Not distraught by the deaths of his men
He chose the steel of the sword over the might of the pen

But the button was pushed and the sirens have cried
And thousands of troops on both sides have died
Now the boxes come home, they’ll be honored it’s said
But what good is honor, when they are all dead.

Next year will come and songs will be sung
we’ll remember the dead and the battles we’ve won
so salute to the leaders as they walk on by
you make your decisions and we’ll follow...but die

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