Post by Duke Jeremy of Gascony on May 31, 2009 21:41:40 GMT
The post is set,
the bonds fastened and tight,
a blindfold spreads accross my gaze,
as dawn accross the night.
Metallic clicks announce my brothers,
upon England's corner of a foreign field,
their faces ghostly through the clothe,
as if by haze or dust concealed.
The charge is read,
my guilty plea,
the accusation false, for I did not flee,
I charged once more into the breach,
But eight now are closed up,
each with lead for me.
War cares not for the dying,
But war is not for me,
For i chose to take the wounded,
And not the ground upon which they lay,
But because i snatched those lives from death,
now with my own life i must pay.
Great words are spoken by politicans,
And a common soldier am I,
But last words are words we all must say,
And so i draw a breath, as they take aim,
"Christ, end this war i pray."
the bonds fastened and tight,
a blindfold spreads accross my gaze,
as dawn accross the night.
Metallic clicks announce my brothers,
upon England's corner of a foreign field,
their faces ghostly through the clothe,
as if by haze or dust concealed.
The charge is read,
my guilty plea,
the accusation false, for I did not flee,
I charged once more into the breach,
But eight now are closed up,
each with lead for me.
War cares not for the dying,
But war is not for me,
For i chose to take the wounded,
And not the ground upon which they lay,
But because i snatched those lives from death,
now with my own life i must pay.
Great words are spoken by politicans,
And a common soldier am I,
But last words are words we all must say,
And so i draw a breath, as they take aim,
"Christ, end this war i pray."
Intertextual references:
www.bartleby.com/103/149.html
www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/269700.html
