Firgotten Sons


street lights, nightsights,
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
Death in the shadows he’ll maim you, he’ll wound you, he’ll kill you
for a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores,

Boys baptised
in war, boys baptised in war
Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags

Your girl has
married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
The wounds that burn so deep, burn so deep

Your mother
sits on the edge of the world when the cameras start to roll
Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
Your father drains another beer, he’s one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a Saracen’s hull from the safety of his living room chair –

Forgotten Sons,
Forgotten Sons, Forgotten Sons
And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the Tricolour
I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die

questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers
That parade the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation in the guarded
bureaucratic wombs

Minister care for your children,
Order them not into damnation
To eliminate those who would trespass against you,
For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory for ever and ever
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen

"Halt who
goes there!" – " Death!!" – "Approach friend"
You’re just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
When your children’s stony glances mourn
Your death in a terrorist’s smile

The bomber’s
arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves,
Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
Forgotten Sons, Forgotten Sons

From the
dolequeue to the regiment a profession in a flash,
But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash,
On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier count the cost,

For a second
you’ll be famous but labelled posthumous
Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down,
Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down
Ring-a-ring-o-roses, Ring-a-ring-o-roses,
Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down

Forgotten Son,
Forgotten Son, Forgotten Son
They’re still forgotten, they’re still still forgotten
Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
Just another Forgotten Son

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