Song For Soldiers Poem by Roy Ballard

You want a medal? Get along!
OK! So you must have a gong.
But if you think your life is dear
then never, never volunteer.
I hope that's clear.

You volunteered? Now in the dust
with everything cocked up or bust,
with no-one to defend your rear
you'll get the blame, you infanteer,
when death is here.

Justice? Blind! Her sword is just
to keep secure the upper crust.
If for trial you now appear
as like as not she'll volunteer
to disappear.

Those who peddle for a fee
your supposed infamy,
did they ever serve? No fear!
Where the winds of battle veer,
they're nowhere near.