Battle Cry Unsung
written by: Deryn van der Tang
@dvdtang1
Heroes coming home from war,
Soldiers served in every corps.
The foe is beat, they’re home to tell,
Bugles sound for those who fell.
The price they paid was high.
Those that limp and home are lead,
Battle wounds affect their head.
No trumpet-blast, no bugle sound
As now they have to shuffle round,
The walking wounded wish to die.
The glory goes to those who fell,
Now we’re condemned to living hell.
Forget the horror and the pain
Will we be ever whole again?
Glory, that duty cannot buy.
What of those who lost the day?
In the mud and mire they lay
Stench of blood, the fire, the cries
The smoke, the groans, the maggot flies.
No glory in this pain they cry.
Treaties signed and land returned,
Vanquished is the name we’ve earned.
What was this bloody battle for?
We have lost this barbarous war
We did not know the end was nigh.
My youth is spent, I suffered pain
My friends are gone, for foreign gain,
Marching soldiers to the band
The last post sounds for my dear land.
How can your eyes remain dry?
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