Hey, Mr. Politician, look
Just look what you've done
Stuck me back in uniform
With a loaded gun,
Bayonet and spare mag,
Rocket propelled grenade
Sent to sort out the mess
You bastards have made.
I ain't a fly boy
Whistling overhead
Not ever seeing
The wounded and dead,
Just a foot slogger,
Feet firmly on the ground,
Seeing face to face
The chaos all around.
Mr Politician I'd like to see
You marching by my side,
Flush you out from all
Those places that you hide,
Uttering pronouncements,
Barely pausing for breath,
As you condemn a few more
Thousands to their death.
You murder by poxy
In the name of The State:
Rather than compassion you
Preach intolerance and hate.
Would you be so brave if you
Stood by my side and fought,
Saw at first hand all the
Chaos that you've wrought.
When will you realise
War's not a computer game
After every level things
Just don't return to the same.
Opportunistic coward,
I hope you don't die well,
And, if such a state exists,
Spend eternity in Hell.
