Repetitive Strain - Poem by Tom Higgins
Another burial party is ready,
Very well trained, and oh so steady,
They obey their training to the letter,
No one could ever do it better.
They await the order, together to fire,
This time not to cause anyone to expire,
No, this time it is supposed to praise,
Their fallen comrade who the eulogy says,
Died to protect freedom's towers,
The one's behind which the warmonger cowers,
Who signs the cheques to pay for the cause,
So is written the history of all man's wars!
Tom Higgins 29/08/2012
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